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The Musical Theory of Icy Sidewalks

If you don’t C-sharp, you’ll B-flat.

16 Comments

  1. Joshua Lee says:

    You should be thrown off a clef for that one.

  2. Head Geek says:

    A bass accusation. I treble in my boots!

  3. Joshua Lee says:

    The volume of your complaint misses the key point.

  4. Head Geek says:

    I’ll keep trumpeting it until you take note.

  5. Joshua Lee says:

    I’m guitar-ed of it already….

  6. Head Geek says:

    Tough. I’m going to keep harping on it until I’ve drummed it in.

  7. Joshua Lee says:

    Tuba-d puns per line? How can I meter that quota?

  8. Head Geek says:

    String-ing me along? Quit fiddling around, you know the (musical) score. :-)

  9. Joshua Lee says:

    No need to get violin-t or to fret.

  10. Head Geek says:

    Why wood(wind) I? I just want you to pipe down, if not stop entirely — do you reed me?

  11. Joshua Lee says:

    I won’t even half-stop, even more so a full rest. Who do you think you are, top brass?

  12. Head Geek says:

    That’s right, I sit in the first chair, so don’t horn in on my turf. But it’s time for lunch now… would you like a drumstick? I snared a fish too, but watch out for the (trom)bones. Oops… ‘scuse me, I’ve got to go answer the (xylo)phone.

  13. Head Geek says:

    (It’s a tune-a fish, of course. ;-) )

  14. Joshua Lee says:

    In 7th heaven, are we?

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