That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 22, 2023

“Sure, I can read music.” (No, he couldn’t)

Jethro Tull has nothing over this guy.

/// In Frans Hals’ Singing Boy with a Flute,

the boy croons, but has not blown one toot.

He’s been warbling non-stop

holding on to this prop,

but his wooden recorder is mute.

/// He’d been told it is best to present

vocals with self-accompaniment.

If he hopes for the title

“Netherlandian Idol”

he must seem to play some instrument.

/// Contest judges will hear the boy rap;

he is hoping they’ll like it and clap.

If he gets it together

it will be quite a feather

in the boy’s rakish face-framing cap.

/// But, to hear him play, if they demand,

the boy has a cute, clever quip planned.

He can’t finger the flute,

so he’ll stay resolute

and advise them to “talk to the hand.”

Hot Crossed Buns? I know way more songs than Hot Crossed Buns!

Please, please, Thankyou, you’re too kind. For my final number a song my mother asked me to stop practicing because it was driving her crazy. I know you’ll go crazy too. “My hat it has three corners”.

“Geez! Is this pretzel salty!”

In the contest to choose the painting to represent Dutch Masters Cigars, the one Rembrandt submitted, “The Syndics of the Drapers’ Guild” won for obvious reasons. The one from Hals was dead-last. What the Hals was he thinking?

“I’ve got a fever and there’s only one cure….It’s got to have more Cowbell!”

Looks like Jack Wild (from H.R. Pufnstuf)! Where’s Witchypoo?

“ Wait! Hold it! Ahhhhhhh!”

“Thank you everyone, but Greensleeves is the only song I know, and five times is my limit.”

She was just laughing off the offer but she would soon learn the offer was serious about stuffing her flute where the sun don’t shine if she played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star one more time

What is it with some instruments, I’m sure I don’t know. / And frankly, I’ve never really cared much for the piccolo. / It’s an unneeded artificial / Augmented tin whistle. / After all, said Lauren Bacall, you just put your lips together and blow.

Enjoy yourself little ant, for in two seconds you die.

_" …You clutch your baggie full of weed

And careful not to spill a seed

You roll a joint as big as Baltimore …"_

“I nailed my sweet piccolo solo, but the oboist left me hanging with my high-five. Jerk.”

Jethro Tull – The early early years.

I apologize if the feather has offended any Native Americans!

“No thank you! No need to throw your panties!”

Even after he saw you Bogart that flute?

Nice hand. They can be difficult to render.

Singing Boy with Flute: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Singing boy with a flute" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string Google (except for the Google and Yandex search engines; for those, choose the first File: found), and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3085 (February 22, 2023) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 5 works by this artist have been used here, the June 9, 2019, strip bring the prior (the artist info URLs in my comment there are here links in the blog comment).

I miss Ish right now.

No, no Doctor. This is a flute. I don’t have your recorder.

“Hey, That’s a rap. High five.”

“Thank you. And my next piece will be the ‘Toot Suite for Recorder and Flatulence’.”

F# major? I don’t think I can play in that key.

after finishing the joint, Melvin put the pen in his hat and tried to write with the old hot dog.

“I know, I know… You’ve all been waiting for it. So here it is.”

In the rock star reap episode of “Dead Like Me,” the main star of the show did one better than that. She just took the joint and passed it on to the next guy without hitting it.

Receiving the joint from the mandolin player should be fine. Now receiving the joint from the trombone player would be cause for worry.

That’s hilarious, all night long its been “please sir, I want some more”…

“Boy With Flute,” ca. 1623