UNHINGED TRUMPETER

Tory the 1st chair trumpeter, became quite unhinged,

Because on Johann S. Bach, all night she super binged,

Her lips were sore,

Her tongue was tore,

She started Toccata and Fugue, and her fingers cringed.

KAZOO ON A G STRING

I turned on my tunes, but my tunes were not there,

A check went to subscriptions but, my check account was bare,

So quiet was my place,

I stuck a kazoo in my face,
I learned to play Strauss waltzes and Bach's G String, blowing air.

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ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT MISSED SPORTS EVENT

I thought I'd watch some hockey

But, I passed out drinking sake,

It was real late on my tic tocky,

So, I poured some scotch on some cold rocky,

Then, played some recordings of Sebastian Bachy.

THE DAY OF SEDITION

I went into the parlor to listen to some Bach,

I then ordered dinner when, I noticed the tic-tok,

The TV talked sedition,

As I consumed my noon nutrition,

After I was done eating, I went online and sold my stock.

A LIMERICK WITH NO MEANING BUT, IT RHYMES

Recces Roy set cans on fire,
They were garbage cans full of plastic wire,
He got away and then found,
The plastic wire underground,
Such groups signal a future that's dire.