Sunday, March 21, 2010

Sing Song!

the words in blue
'The Poet and his Song' by Paul Laurence Dunbar

A song is but a little thing, And yet what joy it is to sing!
To organise each vocal chord and spread the wondrous sound abroad!
Who cares if sounds are less than pure,and hard for listeners to endure;
If a weak and squeaky note just sort of dribbles from your throat;
If twiddly bits just sink and waver, not doing anyone a favour;
If listeners are seen to scowl and call your efforts just a howl;
If every musical refrain makes neighbours act as though in pain;
If passers by are seen to cower when you are singing in the shower?
Well, I care! Since you are a flop!
Take my advice my friend and
A very special song here:


Stan Ski said...

It doesn't make me feel worse. These are my feelings exactly - at least as far as my own voice is concerned.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Awwww... I imagine that this is just a fun with words poem! You don't really mean it!

Lucy Corrander said...

It was the woodcut (woodcut?) which caught my attention on my reader.


Jenn Jilks said...

I like to sit at the Muskoka lake shore and sing, or play my recorder. Listeners be damned!

Janet said...

speak the unspeakable- and sing the unsingable?

George S Batty said...

describes my lyrical endevors to a tee but I refuse to stop. I will croak and groan until the final raindrop drops.

robkistner said...

Oh my gawd, I am laughing -- great bit of wit and warning... ;)
Image & Verse

Carina said...

Hilarious poem. Thanks for the chuckle!

Julie Jordan Scott said...

awwwww.... poor sad bad singer.


And yes, well put together and very funny (if I wasn't feeling compassionate today!)

Amity said...

Flop? who cares...I am enjoying it....!

What a lovely poem Brenda, I enjoyed it very much!

This is my first time at Carry On Tuesday!

Unknown said...

Yeah, am feeling sorry for the singer there at the end. But funny, and joyful.