Tune Averse

A whistler went outside to play; He got a bit carried away. While playing his whistle, He fell in some thistle; I heard that thing three miles away! A young whistle maker's gone daft! Seems he lost it while honing his craft. He upset his chances For further romances When he drilled the note holes in the shaft. A buxom young whistler, all that, Found her whistle impeded by fat. She had liposuction And an ample reduction, But now she's a little bit flat.