Never Trust a Woman With a Stick

Never trust a woman with a stick Allegros slow Andantes quick It starts when Passionata comes on stage Hips controlled feet detache dress in style lento firm lips betray a smile Rehearsals can be so deathly sweet Routined (in mind) commence polyphony hoping for a firm sure beat She steps upon the stand with grace Checks (includes her undergarments) that We're all in place then Taps the flowered rack All players men emasculated women stuck to chairs instantly repond (with silent prayers) Egmont is chosen for the overture The long tutti fortissimo is SICK! QUICK! Trumpets trombones French horns empty valves of spit Woodwinds check their springs the reeds for grit The entire string section pluck their strings but OH! The bloody tambourine shaken on its stand rolls off of it and down each riser in jingling fit Passionata breathes contemptuous sighs rapture flash of victory in her eyes At last a chirptwittering laugh patronizing glance to all (especially the men) "Shall we" rising to her tallest fullest "try it once again"