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You can breathe now... it's almost over... Enjoy or DELETE and beware of international emails... All the best, Izzy
Izzy Sommers <
BARBOUR, SHE IS A SHARI
A Silly Sonnet by Izzy Sommers
Barbour, she is a Shari and she likes
A Barber and a Beethoven and George
Bizet, Johannes Brahms and From the New
World, Dvorak's masterpiece, and Rhapsody
In Blue, George Gershwin's joy and Mozart's stuff,
A lot of stuff by Wolfie and Juaquin
Rodrigo passions for guitar and bang!
The canon shot in 1812 by the
Tchaikovsky Overture and his gem,
Capriccio Italien. She does
The toughest job each morning keeping us
Awake for News and coffee and the like.
I'd bet she loves to ride a bike and take
A hike along the waterfront and lake.
THE END
(c)Izzy Sommers
Our Stratton
A Silly Sonnet by Izzy Sommers
Our Stratton Rawson plays a cello. He
Must love Dupree and Yo Yo Ma and see
The genius in Rostopovich and
Cassals, the Pablo who enlightened us
About an instrument that sits between
The knees and often played as if it is
A shapely woman like Natasha in
A movie where her back was naked save
Tatoo's confined to cello's backs, of course.
Our Stratton likes Chauttaugua, Wagner's songs
Valquiri und Die Fliegender, und, ja,
Der Gotterdammerung und Neibellung.
Suffice to say, in
Our Stratton gives the FM station torque.
THE END
(C) Izzy Sommers
Welland, Canada
ALONG COMES JIM
A Living Limerick by Izzy Sommers
Along comes Jim the jolly Berryman
Who worship's Robin and his merry man;
Together they find Marian
Discussing Robin's wedding plan
And make a play for Princess Getta Tan.
For hours the men and Jim play gimmeback,
An ancient game of rolling on your back;
The women squealing
Was oft appealing
And Jim recieved the Royal Flique and Flaque.
Tomorrow is awarding time for all
But Jim must take the evening Small and Call;
His jazz is great
But it's his fate
To play Pink Floyd and drink a Guinness tall.
THE END
(C) Izzy Sommers
Welland, Canada
PETER, PETER, MASTER SEATER
A Silly Sonnet by Izzy Sommers
O, Peter, The Orchestra Leader is
The leader in the New York FM biz,
Renowned from Buffalo to Effingham,
Fredonia, Hamburger and Birmingham,
Promoting opus after opus in
Commanding music for the violin,
Viola, Saxophone, Bassoon and too
The artists of the Xanadu to you.
If friendliness was marketed today,
Our Peter would be rich in Mandalay,
And Singapore and Rochester because
His voice provokes an Erie summer's fuzz
And everyone would know that Peter Hall
Projects as if he's more than ten feet tall.
THE END
(c) Izzy Sommers
Welland, Canada
SIMMER, SIMMER, MARTY WIMMER
A Grecian Ode by Izzy Sommers
No equal is there, Marty Wimmer
When it comes to Sink or Swimmer;
When ariae are on the line
It's Marty who can tune them fine.
On Verdi, he's the expert, too
From
Guiseppe and Antonio
Cannot compete in
So crowd around the FM set
The Wimmer sets the stage for Tet
And Flying Dutchman for a bet
That Marty makes a superhet.
THE END
(C) Izzy Sommers
Welland, Canada
The Overtone of Ed Simone
A Silly Sonnet by Izzy Sommers
Complete with earphones in the afternoon
Our Ed Simone can tell a great bassoon
About advantages a bass spittoon
Has over alto saxophones at noon
And how a synergistic red balloon
Can rise above the orchestra's cartoon
And leave the audience without a spoon,
A fork or paring knife in old Khartoum.
Suffice to say the aftermath of Ed
Makes golden voices sound like pewter lead
Because the rasping tones of Mike and Ted
Are out of class when Ed has had his said
And out of Africa when hopes are fed,
There's Ed announcing yet another wed.
THE END
(C) Izzy Sommers
All the Rest
A Sonnet as a Tribute by Izzy Sommers
I've yet to poetize about John L.,
That;s Landis if you didn't know the bell
That rings for Kevin Michki and our Steve
The Leventhal, no aces up his sleeve.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas and
The sweetest Holy Easter in the land;
For those who celebrate with candles lit
I wish for you the most a man can fit
Atop a Pesach candlestick for it
Is surely a deserving cherry pit.
To Berryman and Hall and Rawson, too
Simone, Barbour and even Gabe, who knew
The talent when he hears the Radio --
The finest staff in
The end... really, it's the End.
(C) Izzy Sommers
Welland, Canada
PS My fondest regards to Elaine Knecht, wherever she may be... she's the one who encouraged me from the beginning and is still an inspiration to me despite the fact that it's hard to find a rhyme for Knecht, except for maybe Staad Utrecht or Bertold Brecht or Hans Hecht or verknecht...
Cogito. Ergo, sum!
Je pense. Donc, je suis!
I think. Therefore, I am!
Ich denk. Also, ich bin!
I didn't think. Therefore, I wasn't. ;-(
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