A bloke by the name of Chopin,
Was desperate to be seen a man.
But O self-deceit,
He became more effete,
And dated a girl called George Sand.
The wonderful Modest Mussorgsky,
Invented what's known as a fork-ski.
As users admit,
They must do the splits,
To stop themselves falling awkwardskly.
That irascible Gio Rossini,
Was at pains to avoid all zucchini.
So strong was his hate,
That a sign on his plate,
Reads: Courgette? Attaccabottoni!
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky,
Had a name that was perfect for the first line of limericks.
The rest of the limerick, though,
Was a little harder,
Even though Swarovski crystals were around when he was.