Bassoon Bent

Here she is, the bassoon bent
the one who will not care
she goes about her daily day with an apathetic flair

The things for which she does exert do drive us 'round the bends
like waving flappy hands about to no discernable ends.

Flappy hands, you say, my friends? Oh yes, oh yes indeed.
This woman must be crazy, you think. Why would she have the need?

Then tell you I shall, oh bewildered friends of mine
I shall tell you what I've heard; What I heard on the vine.
While know it takes too much effort for her to bite us
Run, flee, save yourselves, she has whatever-itis!

Oh weary friends of mine, be ware, ware indeed
that when those flappy hands start flapping wildly and untethered
you know that without a doubt that you've been fitfully whatevered!