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Dear Ed et al.,

you all were so creative with the haikus a while back, I thought it might be fun to get into a limerick or two. Since I'm now at the beginning a a run of "La Bohème," here's one that relates to the experience...

When the music gets soft, I'm not joking,
All the patrons start coughing and choking,
Though Mimi has TB,
They sound worse off than she,
And a cell phone goes off as she's croaking!

...and a couple of jazz ones to stoke the fire...

Truly mind-blowing albums are few,
Miles' quintet had a new point of view,
Tho' they were miles ahead,
now they're almost all dead,
And that makes me feel, well, kind of blue.

Oh, there once was a hornman named Dizzy,
whose brain kept his fingers quite busy,
Though he looked like a squirrel,
his music was virile,
And put Lawrence Welk in a tizzy.

Bring em on!

Cheers,
Chas