Who wouldn't want To kiss a clarinetist The most reserved members Of the band Half of the section Is already in a relationship But half of the section Is almost always single And oh my goodness The players The players are beautiful Not like flute beauty, better Playing the somber tone With dark timbre giving you goosebumps Up to the screaming high notes That don't sound musical, yet still work Reed their lips Clarinet is life But you are love Or at least to them Clarinet players are the best kissers And the sweetest people you'll meet And they would risk a broken reed Just to be close to you.
This is about soprano clarinet players more than about the harmony clarinet players. I use instruments as inspiration a lot lately.