I freely admit I love classical music,
And please don't think me a snob
If I keep my composure
When I mention composers
As Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and Schumann,
And not Ludie, or Wolfie,
Or Petie, or Bob.
And a symphony simply cannot be enjoyed
At just any old time of the day.
I can't listen to them
Prior to seven p.m.,
And I don't mean to brag, but I couldn't be dragged
To a Wednesday or Saturday matinee
Of a ballet by Bizet or Massenet.
My taste in classical music, you see,
Is eclectic, but not meant to shock.
I choose Strauss for the schmaltz
Of a polka or waltz,
And Chopin is my dude when I crave an etude,
But I do tend to doze in my seat in the loge
Through an opera by Wagner…
Or more Offenbach.
Categories:
loge, humor, music,
Form: Rhyme
My knuckle busters peel
In an attempt to escape
Stuck in this life
Where the wall of prejudice erects an inertia
My dismal host so generous
The tongue of this hostage it evirates
Desires to brabble for help
Turns out a wish-wash wish
The teething ring in my mouth
Makes me a false of myself
And I can't refute this hell
To passers-by my expression seems hee
Now I hurl in my towel
Let go of my invincible hope
No rescue from this life
Doom, my hope has turned
Categories:
loge, betrayal, prejudice,
Form: Quatrain
THE BOOKWORM van gogh
l'rlesienne,book readng dame
a hobby,name linked with fame
LA FOLIE manet
from front+near,a double take
ELLEN degas
dans un cafe thinking of tonights play
CAMILLE monet
his model extra ordinaire
with muse,none could compare
NINI renoir
nini,model from Montmartre
a pose from la loge,makes his art
MARIE gaugin
his landlady in situ
at the inn la poldu
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Categories:
loge, art
Form: Ekphrasis