Monday, April 27, 2009

In Which I Share My Cure For Earworms

It happens now and then to one and all:
A song plays in our brains in endless loops.
It's rarely one we like but we're in thrall
E'en worse when one we hate makes us its dupes.
Sometimes inflicting them becomes a game
(As Netta Ribken oft accuses me),
In which one tries to implant the most lame
Tune of them all with much unholy glee.
However, I am armed 'gainst these attacks.
The secret arsenal within my brain
Has Schubert's "Trout Quintet" upon its stacks.
Not only does it cancel lesser tunes;
It well evokes an angler's afternoons.


  1. Brilliantly done, my dear. I am honored and quite flattered, but still out for revenge for the My Little Pony. Heh!!

  2. Just remember, our dear friend Lady Frotbite (aka Melinda the Magnificent) started it all with her weird comment about shaving MLP into someone's head. Do you hate me that I've never heard the song in question?


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