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Showing posts with label Limericks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Limericks. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Flute Music!

The David Nicholson bequest of flute music is gradually being added to the Whittaker Library stock, a significant enhancement.  Search 'David Nicholson bequest' in our catalogue to see what's been catalogued  so far.

'Whittaker' was inspired to write another limerick.  (Forgive the liberties taken with names, chosen purely to make the verse rhyme!)

A batch of fresh scores for the flute
Encourages flautists to toot,
And you sure cannot beat
Such a foot-tapping treat
As a medley of Prelleur and Poot.

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Cello Woe - a Warning to Cellists

A cello is mellow and low
But not the best thing if you know
You'll be busking outdoors
Whilst a howling gale roars
And the rain's changing slowly to snow.


Whittaker begs to reassure his readers that this is entirely fictional and relates to no cellist known to 'himself'.

Friday, 20 December 2013

Trumpets, Tubas, Cellos and a Glasgow Night Out

Whittaker offers you a few more musical limericks at this light-hearted time of year:-

A lass in the proud Philharmonic
Slipped out for a quick gin and tonic;
Her tuba was flat -
It had angered her cat -
Though the high notes were quite supersonic.
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A student who worshipped his cello
Came home feeling genially mellow;
I say, he proclaimed,
Glasgow parties are famed,
Serenade me till dawn, my good fellow.
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No woman with flair on the trumpet
Would want you to call her a crumpet;
You might think she's cute
'Til she picks up a mute,
Picks her target and offers to thump it.
 

Thursday, 19 December 2013

Bassoon Playing Loon and Guitar Playing Star

'Whittaker' can't bear to sit twiddling his thumbs.  These musical limericks were written riding home on the Glasgow Subway!

A fellow who played the bassoon
Declared his new crook was a boon;
Not for him silver plated,
This was far higher rated,
Rising stars always aim for the moon.


A lady who played the guitar
Could be heard strumming chords from afar.
Her long-held ambition,
Indeed was a mission
To be billed as a red-carpet star. 


Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Pantomime Time!

The lad who’s a pantomime dame,
Is destined for fortune and fame,
In his costume, the tights
And the heat of the lights,
He is sure to establish his name.

The Royal Conservatoire of Scotland is playing Jack and the Beanstalk this year. For Box Office click here.

Monday, 2 December 2013

Instrumental Blogs - Harp

'Whittaker' thought it might be helpful to share some of the blogs and websites that various instrumentalists create.  With complete disregard for 'score order', let's start with the harp - you see a lot of them around Christmas time! 
 



And a promise - remember the series of musical limericks I wrote a year or two ago?  I somehow omitted to write one for the harp.  This will be corrected immediately:-


When God heard the bard on his harp,
He complained it was horribly sharp.
‘Over here on this cloud,
England’s bells are too loud’,
Said the Welshman, ‘so kindly don’t carp!’




Friday, 15 June 2012

Librarianship, a nice quiet job

A guy with a bottle of Rose,
Thought the library sofa looked cosy. 
Since his cursing was vile, 
People staring meanwhile, 
He was urgently ordered to mosey.