Stringed Orchestra’s Limericks (Anonymous)

It’s getting cold now,
So let these playful verses
Offer light relief.

Enjoy love’s music,
But don’t ever imagine
That it’s original.

Passion plays the strings.
If you know his ways, you’ll know
His tune is stolen.

Paintings are by John William Waterhouse: "Apollo and Daphne" & "The Siren".

There was a young guitar player called Santo
Who was seduced by a girl who did panto.
As she lay in his arms,
She signalled with her palms,
“Second movement: adagio ma non tanto”.
~*~
There was a violinist from Rio
Who came home with a young girl called Cleo.
As she slipped off her panties,
She said, “No andantes,
I want this allegro con brio.”
~*~
There was a young girl whose frigidity
Approached cataleptic rigidity,
But if you gave her a harp,
Then she’d play Mahler’s C-sharp
And melt in complaisant liquidity.
~*~

There was a young lutist called Rick
Who took a girl home for a flick.
When the action ended,
   She drooled, “That was splendid,
But the climax was awfully quick.”
~*~

The cellist named Don would invite
    Young sopranos home for the night.
He tested out a few keys
Till her arias became pleas
To quit practice and sleep before light.

In slumber entwined before long
She laughed in her dream at her song,
But sunlight’s warm greeting
Awoke her heart beating
That the way he had played her was wrong.

She looked at him sleep by her side
And thought how she loved his great pride,
Then chose not to linger,
Nor relish the finger
That beckoned her on for the ride.