This week's winner:
There was a young man whose desire
Was to write some great songs for a choir
But the songs were quite sad
And the music so bad
That the scores ended up in the fire.
When Berlioz wrote his Grande Messe
Many thought it to be in excess
But with such an enormous
Band of performers
It turned out to be a success
There once was a runaway choir
Who's pitch kept drifting higher
It rose through the mass
And it soon came to pass
That they all got to meet the Messiah
A choir met Wednesday, noon
Every week in my Nan's drawing room.
They're so happy and proud
No-one mentions (aloud)
That their cats could sing better in tune
As a treble my voice did inspire
And my descants soared higher & higher
But when puberty struck
My voice came unstuck
And I was kicked out of the choir!
Thomas Tallis a man of the arts
Wrote a motet in just 40 parts.
He would have writ more
But the size of the score
Was too much for his singers' weak hearts