Tweet and Twang, that musical twosome,
plucked and chirruped night and noonsome.
The gig was good if slightly chilly,
and Tweet’s grace notes were most untrilly.
Twang turned to Tweet: “You’re sounding gruesome.”
“Push in!” Twang grumbled, “Your flute is flat!
I’ve perfect pitch — you know that!”
Unflappable Tweet, calm, demure,
never changing his embouchure,
was wishing for a coat and hat.
Linked to Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge,
with thanks to bushboy, aka Brian Dodd, for the image.
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