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.

A Month of Limericks, #23 - Betty White Redux

The news of the day gave a fright
To fans of the great Betty White,
But then we were told,
Though she's terribly old,
She's not yet the late Betty White.

A Month of Limericks, #22 "In theory the bass is the tether"

The last three days have celebrated the sopranos, the altos, and the tenors.  Today it is time for the basses.

In theory the bass is the tether
That holds tonal structures together.
And basses, aware
Of the weight that they bear,
Bellow out from the musical nether.

A Month of Limericks, #21 "A tenor with post-nasal phlegm" (three versions)

A tenor with post-nasal phlegm
Still sings with the crème de la crème;
His crack E.N.T.
Gives him back his high C
Whenever he sings in Bohème.

Another version

The tenor who sang in Bohème
Was having a problem with phlegm,
But he coughed with Mimì
Before his high C
And the critics declared it a gem.

Yes another version

When Mario sang in Bohème
His high note was clear as a gem.
His secret, you see,
Was to cough with Mimì
To loosen his seasonal phlegm.

A Month of Limericks, #20 "The altos just fill out the chord"

The altos just fill out the chord
When a hymn or an anthem is scored;
But this sort of action
Gives no satisfaction
And so they're perpetually bored.