The vocal coach will help my voice,
He’ll help me sing, it was my choice.
I turned up there with just myself,
He politely enquired about my health.
He asked if I could sing a note,
I obliged once I’d cleared my throat.
He looked and said ‘you cannot sing,
Next time you’re voice you’ll need to bring,’
I told him that was all I had
And he just said, ‘well that’s too bad!
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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