Foster Jenkins, Heiress and Indomitable Operatic Disaster
She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.
She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where many angels must now plug their ears
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2022
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