Piano-No-No

In theory I thought you would like to know That I didn’t practice the piano I’m a noted rebel Who is now in treble For showing my staff to a soprano The keys are a problem, almost a curse When I lose mine I can’t go and rehearse Yet I press the pedal On the heavy metal To beat the band, chapter and verse On a scale from one to tenor, would You recommend a woodwind or windwood And why play a wrong chord When you can cut a cord Of timbre wood from where it once stood They said that we were in-de-chorus Of which we didn’t join since they bore us That’s me and Melody And her ‘sis Harmony Who prefer climbing the range before us We chime the bridge onto sharp rocks and Rest on D flats made by god’s own hand Though avoid the clefs Both steep and bereft On that classical crescendo land Later while talking jazz with Al Legro He said I should meet alto Lea Gato And after I meter That I should seat her On the bench I refrained using a day ago They held a concert that had a small glitch Due to Lea’s false-et-toe that did twitch We hammered her toe spur To try and compose her Yet tempos flared for her being off pitch I love music but prefer natural things, you see Like fishing for bass with strings off a bowsprit I do enjoy rhythm Mostly with her, not with him And with a cappella of fellas fish the middle C