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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 29 - Miss Trapp, The Music Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'One-and-two-and-three-and-four <br>You're playing it by ear, boy! Eyes upon the score!'<br> Miss Trapp, the music teacher, very prim and staid,<br> English and respectable, the town's old maid,<br>Sitting in her 'front room,' elderly and stern,<br>While a grubby urchin struggles with the notes he'll never learn.<br> 'One-and-two-and-one-and-two <br> You're playing it at random! This will nevah, nevah do!' </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No one knew her history or why she settled down<br>To 'Singing and Pianoforte' in our old town;<br>With her soft voice and grey dress, the folk called her 'The Dove;'<br>And the story somehow got about that she'd been 'crossed in love.'<br>And so, her fancied tragedy clothed her in vague romance <br>'So well-connected, too, my dear. You'd see that that a glance' <br>With her 'One-and-two-and - Oh, you stupid child!'<br>And the rap upon the knuckles was both lady-like and mild.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She sang at local concerts in a cultured voice and thin,<br>And the back seats applauded her with many a covert grin:<br>'Her voice is gettin' rusty; but the ole girl does her best.'<br>But the front seats said, 'Beautiful! How training stands the test!'<br>Yet all combined, in kindliness with varied tact displayed,<br>To make the path no thornier for our old maid,<br>Whose spinsterhood was quite an institution in the town,<br>With her 'One-and-two-and ...' And then she let us down.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For years she'd dwelt among us - our one 'lady,' prim and pure.<br>In her neat dove-grey dress, and manner most demure,<br>A regular museum piece, who knew just what was 'done.'<br>And then an English 'toff' came up to say to Connor's run.<br>Rich, it was said, and elderly; and, to the town's dismay,<br>He took and married our old-maid and hastened her away,<br>With her 'One-and-two-and ...' Of culture now bereft,<br>The town's 'tone' departed when our music teacher left.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>

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