A Month of Limericks. #30 "A maverick composer named Ives"

A maverick composer named Ives
Gave concert hall patrons the hives.
The businessmen grumbled,
"This stuff is all jumbled"
And left in a huff with their wives.

A Month of Limericks, #29 "The lullaby written by Brahms"

The lullaby written by Brahms
Was played in arrangement for shawms.
No ifs, ands, or maybes,
It frightened the babies,
Who were taken away by their Moms.

A Month of Limericks, #28 "In Scotland, Sebastian Bach"

This limerick not only sends Bach on an entirely imaginary visit to Scotland, it also relies, for its rhymes, on the American tendency to soften foreign or exotic loan words.  In American speech, the rhymes in lines 1, 2, and 5 can be read as exact, but I have no real objection to them being read as slant rhymes.

In Scotland, Sebastian Bach
Was composing one day by a loch.
He arranged "Annie Laurie"
In full fugal glory
Intertwining with "Von Himmel hoch".

A Month of Limericks, #27 - The Piano Concerto of Carter

A pianist once said,"I'm a martyr
To the Piano Concerto of Carter -
I've worked on the score
'Til my fingers were sore -
It's opening tritone
Is the ringtone on my phone -
But it's still not a thing
I can whistle or sing -
And it's rhythmic esprit
(Six and five against three)
Is too much for me...
It's intended for somebody smarter."

A Month of Limericks, #26 "Herr Hindemith wasn't contented"

Herr Hindemith wasn't contented
'Til his publisher finally relented.
"Herr Schott, I have gotta
Composed a sonata
For each instrument ever invented!"

A Month of Limericks, #25 "I'm at that first stage of a cold"

I'm at that first stage of a cold,
When I feel like hell,
And my sinuses swell,
But there's dryness as well,
And my eyes are like gel,
And I'm losing my smell...
(But I know you don't want to be told).

A Month of Limericks, #24 - Mass Transit Gloria

If your mood, when in in rush hour traffic,
Is reflected in language that's graphic,
The way to enhance it,
Relax on mass transit -
And soon you'll be calm and seraphic.