“Dear aficionado,
Much drama, much bravado,
The act is in poor taste,
It’s Staccato punches haste!

Caress, and think legato,
You battle with contralto,
You act, you loose the score,
So over your overture.

Oh almighty self destructor,
Be lead by your conductor,
All the lyrics you forgot,
Right before you lost the plot.

Failed to strike another chord,
Another symphony ignored.
Cue the curtain call,
without encore, it will fall.”

-Brocarde