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The flautist flaunted the convention
whilst the oboist disobeyed.
The cellist was a malcontent
which made the conductor quite afraid
The anarchist became revisionist
and it all fell in a heap
Now the orchestra of nodding gnomes
can finally fall asleep.
What are your rules? Are they musical, grammatical, religious or hollow?
I am afraid of rules which makes me afraid of thumbs.