Her Bellow

Ah- Uh!
Wha: wha!
She creid outloud.
A hidious sound for a Mezzo-soprano to make.
I covered my ears as she
creid at the dissapointment
of not being the leading Malo.
I told her the role was for a malo.
She wrote me a letter asking
me to rewrite the lead.
Bah! I spoke to her
to re allow her to be coherent.
She called me days later and asked for a co-leading role.
I told her the Solo's were for
Malo' she : said' curse Malo: whom ever he is
or whomever he pretends to be!'
" you wish him hired, might you eat sausages and fart
while slapping his back saying : ATTABOIS!"
Me: Me I am the perfect one!
When I told her no;
she made this hidious sound with her voice.
I recorded her bellowing and used a flute to make sound of it.
I then discovered that a moody bassey woodwind sound decribed her best.

The Woman; (censored) Me! Me! I'm the best; Ah-oh: ah-oh!

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