Because the Orchestral Are Orchestral
Flutes are mainly known by their ability
To prove their players' puckering agility
Oboes are not famed for their nobility
Even though they sound without humility
Clarinets are instruments with attitude
Though cowards if you call them on their baditude
Bassoons are often plagued with such ineptitude
Their many parts betray a sad decrepitude
Trumpets always blare with such impertinence
Their brassy valves are bent on brash invertinence
The horns are understood to play with obstinance
Tendentious in their loud, unruly mobstinance
Trombones like to slide around most playfully
Bent on bending all their notes clichéfully
And tubas blow the bass line gracefully
When not pursuing lady brasses chasefully
Violins try hard to be melodious
Instead, they make your aching head explodious
Violas, like their players, are commodious
But sounds they make are famously corrodious
Cellos are especially emotional
Their cadences, in fact, quite devotional
The basses' claim to fame is mainly notional
The lowest notes at times immotional
The timpani make noises quite cacophonous
Not many can endure the raucousness
The harp produces sounds sublimely euphonous
The heavenly sound to some sounds ominous
The orchestra is quite a noisy gathering
My senses soon begin unraveling
The conductor is responsible for fathering
A host of protegees. It's bothering.
| Contributors: | N, Kansas Sam, F, Nym (rather sing?). |
| Poem finished: | 12th August 2003. |