High C, No She
’Twas once a young crooner
imbued with maroon or
some other embarrassing shade
when he sang the wrong note
in a gondola boat,
unawares the mistake he had made.
In arial rapture,
his true love to capture,
he sang out his heart in a song,
but love turned to fury
and rage in a hurry
as everything went rather wrong.
He tried a high C,
but he hit it off-key
with a screech that shattered strong glass.
And that glass-bottomed boat?
His gal could not float,
and he nearly drowned the poor lass.
So caught up was he,
the event did not see,
his singing, her beauty, extolled.
Instead, she ran off
with the handsome young Goth
who fished her out with a pole.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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