[bad word] Johann (Bach)

J. S. Bach had a little problem.
J. S. Bach was in a fix.
J.S. Bach couldn’t find an answer.
What to do?

“I’ve written most of a rather fabulous work. Toccata… it’s in d minor… but now I’m feeling a bit of a jerk.
I can’t think of what [bad word] after it.”

Now said his wife, who was resting up after her thirty third child….

“Johann my dear, you should just go to bed. Something [bad word] up.”

“Don’t be a twit. It’s a real crisis and I’m working to a deadline.
What can I fit? What’d fit after that great Toccata?
Maybe it needs to be something faster?
I haven’t got a clue, and in a week the piece is due.
I’m in a panic and I’m stuck like glue.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist Johann. ‘Notes are only notes’ you always said.
There’s only twelve so use your head.
How many arrangements of twelve notes can there possibly be?”

That’s a problem I don’t want to deal with.
How many permutations of and and and and is a thing that I’ve never heard of.
You can leave that to Arnold Schoenberg.
He is the person to do that twelve-tone thing.
NO!
It isn’t the answer… I haven’t the foggiest… What am I gonna do?
I’m all in a panic… Aaah! NO! What can I do?
I’ve finished my Toccata but I have no fugue.

(Fugue plays ;-)

aaah…. And now I’ve got a fugue!”