This is more like hurling an entire bucket than word painting. I just threw in as many musical puns as I could. The story, such as it is, is purely a work of fiction as a frame for the puns. The tune, if you can call it that, is beyond my ability to notate. It's as throwaway a song as I've ever written, but hey, this is FAWM.
There was a minor problem
When I went to rent A-flat.
It could have had major consequences,
But I took note of that.
The landlord was, gee, a sharp dealer,
Who reminded me of Dorian Gray.
He was a dis -- barred lawyer
Who just tried to improvise his way.
He started yelling slurs and insults.
I told him his pitch wasn't fair.
The argument came to a crescendo
And I waltzed out of there.
His mordent remarks took a turn for the worse,
He had no ground for his claims to hold.
There's no way to deal with someone so bass.
So it's Fine. I'm fine but not sold.