BAD CREDIT AND NO HORN

Fred decided to buy a  new shinny horn, cornet,

Fred went to Hornhub, they are found on the internet,

Fred picked out one that shined,

His credit was declined

Now Fred has not a mouthpiece, and  lips dripping wet.

TRUMPET ETUDES BROKE UP THE TWO DUDES

I decided to write etudes, that were fun and fancy,

I did it for the trumpet, for my students Glen and Clancy, 

The etudes made them play real good,

Got them out of this neighborhood,

Then they had a falling out, over someone they called Nancy.

THE WOOD WHITTLER

Tiberius played the trombone everyday,

He inherited it from his Aunt May,

He would have sounded good,

But his bone was made of wood,

For Aunt May would whittle wood, and whittled wood away.

MY SWEATY CORNET

It seemed like for my old cornet, all the notes did melt,

For steaming hot was parade day, and that my cornet felt,

My lips got drip, dry parched, 

The notes got damaged as we marched,

When the parade was finally done, I had a root beer belt.