There once was a banshee called Anno,
Who was learning to play the piano.
She was doomed to fail,
And started to wail -
And now she’s a world class soprano.
As Michael performed his routine
and belted out hit ‘Billy Jean’
When he grabbed his crotch
His voice rose one notch
Some critics deemed his moves obscene!
The maestro conducting the bands
Could get none to follow commands.
Though skilled and respected,
Sadly, he'd neglected
That morning to put on his pants.
For Tania Kitchin's Limerick contest
Confirmed syllable count 8-8-6-6-8
Sure not a snotty type but love classical music
It's so soothing and extremely hypnotic
Though not a snob
Mozart makes me throb
If you could see me now, I'm wearing a tunic
The mermaids ball music still lingers
Swordfish Fred and his shoal of sweet singers
Had a whale of a time
On the octopus slime
Caressed by their salty fish-fingers
There was a disabled musician
Who stiffly played every audition.
Now recording with care,
Strumming from his armchair,
On youtube he’ll post each composition.
20141113 for limerick contest
There once was a king cobra called Lance,
Who heard music and went in a trance.
People thought he was asleep,
As his thoughts were so deep.
Then he reared up and lunged for their pants.
Jack Horne for Dr Ram's Music and Meditation
Mozart composed the Jazz of his day,
Bach could Rock in the same way,
Music is music,
Young tunes turn classical fogies’ heads gray.
A musician resting in a spar,
Was playing his electric guitar,
An almighty spark
Plunged his home into dark,
He was left with a musical scar.
I once knew a fiddler named jo jo
He chose to live life as a hobo
He traveled with freight
Through city and state
sustained by that musical mojo
This idol, this man holds a place in my heart
He speaks of Ziggy Star Dust and Major Tom, so I don't know were to start
He played as a king of a goblin land
Watching and listening to him makes me crumble like sand
David Bowie s melodies and performances are genuinely an art.
It's two thirty, there's a knock at my door
Hey, it's my neighbour, what's he here for
"it's so plucky of you!"
Playing my Bagpipes the noo
If I wasn't, then what are you here for
Rock and roll that's my play
Who wants to stay and sway
Don't care if you're footloose
Any music we'll dance and choose
Smiles; grooving fun that we'll display
I love a good rhythimic beat
I can imitate a drum with the pounding of my feet
Whether it's rock & roll or rap
A stadium amp or a backwards cap
Any type of music makes me get out of my seat
Vibrant elements of rhythm contrast,
Harmony, Tones,and sounds are Profound,
Instruments there are,
Music not by far
There once was a zebra from China.
Who liked to sing songs in D minor.
His voice was the rage
When they put him on stage.
He rode out of town a headliner!
For Deborah Guzzi's Limerick II Contest
Going to see the beloved Nutcracker Ballet
Tchaikovsky's music, has enchanted us to this day
So familiar to all
Both big and small
A masterpiece for the ages, a magical soiree
© Jack Ellison 2015
When Elvis sang he rocked and he rolled
His fans jumped up and shimmied, I'm told
The folks in Tupelo
got all shook up below,
like devils and demons got a hold.
Vinyl records are still around
They carry some amazing sound
If you are able,
get yourself a turntable
The music you hear will astound.
Don't stack your winter clothes away,
rain or cold may return to play;
mad weather brings blues,
happy music soothes
when sunshine tricks May!
* Inspired by Mark Twain's quote:
In the Spring
there once was...
there once was a rooster from Nantucket
with vocal stylin's, it only could cluck it
it cocked and it crowed
strutin' loud 'round abode
'til the farmer's wife's axe did awestruck it
© Goode Guy 2013-01-28
Is there anyone who doesn't love The Beatles
Their music is known to all the world's people
From far and near
Year after year
Hey Jude rings out in The Beatles cathedral
© Jack Ellison 2016
To sing out the Star Spangled Banner
In the most appropriate manner
You must have four
To sound out more
And highlight that new fangled scanner
I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a slut, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God! her career finally stopped
Barking dog, siren, and boom box
Are among the top voter squawks
There's no solution
To noise pollution
But your Congressman says money talks!