KLEINE NACHT FUGUE"
Sprach die junge Frau Bach to her spouse:
"Ich krank of your fugueing heraus;
Keep your fugueing herein
Und maybe you'll find
Some more kleinen Bachs in den Haus!"
Frescobaldi, a Barber for Boyce,
Shoeck the Bloch with his Weill singing voice.
Des Prez he'll move on
And not Karajan
Cutting hair so Carulli with noise.
My Moroccan friend, Benjam, was smitten
By wanderlust, thus I have written:
'Ere long you'll be, Benjam, in Britten."
An arranger from old Dusseldorf
Was a rude, intellectual dwarf.
When his work was refused
He stood and accused:
"You can't Telemann to fugue Orff!"
A priest with no sense of propriety
Had odd ways of expressing his piety;
Holy wine much he drank,
To his knees he then sank
Sacrificing to God his sobriety.
© Kathleen A. Martin