Oh How I Love!

Alas, I cannot carry a tune worth beans,

but oh how I love to sing!

If I could sing with oratorical melody,

I would foresake the spoken word altogether

& simply sing all the day long.

Singing stirs up the air!

Singing makes my soul dance!

Truly, singing carries me away to transcendent joy.

Papa once arrived home when I was a teen,

heard me singing loudly while cleaning house,

& proclaimed that I sounded just like Nana Mouskouri (who was herself accompanying my song via the record player).

Ha ha, 'tis not true,

alas, I cannot carry a tune,

but oh how I love to sing!

Tunefully untalented,

to sing, I must resort

to the shower,

church pews, 

& other avenues of vocal masquerade--

but oh how I love to sing!

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