Songs in C?
Sung gleefully
since songbirds were pre-natal.
Tunes in F? The
favored clef
of yod’lers in
the cradle.
E-flat anthems tykes troll, too,
though some raise tantrums. (No...not you.)
C-sharp rounds resound with sounds
which summon up
-weiss, edel-.
Lays in A,
chanteuses say,
go dandy with a
dreidel.
F-sharp melodies sung blue?
Best softly rendered in the loo.
Duets in B?
“The master key, “
claims Hansel’s
sister Gretel.
Hymns in G flow
gracefully,
like syrup from
Mom’s ladle.
B-flat ballads? Trite though true –
while sev’ral trigger déjà vu.
Airs in D? No
sir! Not me!
(Some crooners in Kuwail’ll.)
Chants in E? De corps esprit!
But strains in
A flat? Fatal!
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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