Pitching Battle

Composers less composed in days of yore

Rivals staved off with minim... um... effort:

All quilling with plumed instruments of war,

Spilt blotted notes, not blood; orchestra fought.

Shrill Haydn's trump's concerted blast could kill;


Crotchety, Pachelbel his cannons primed;

And yet, battle could not commence until

Clash of such disparate sounds more soundly rhymed.

On strictest grounds, a battle must be pitched:

Pitch too intense, camps peg it or keep tent;

Howled war-cries bellowed below hearing, ditched,

Op's ordered orchestrations still prevent.

Now pitch-black, knight's have steeled themselves all day...

Yikes! sky's snapped tuning forks conduct clapped fray!