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| 'Madame Baronovitch' by Trish 1994 |
She can also play, accordion and electric piano.
Her neck and jaw, are rather long, much to her delight,
She says, it's a gift, from nature, and allows tremendous height,
Of notes only known to birds flying freely in the bush.
My friend, demonstrates, raises her head, opens wide and goes, whoosh!
There is a little problem, she wants to overcome,
It's to do with her words, sounding all, a - plum,
Instead of crisp, and pure, a pleasure to the listener's ear,
Sometimes ( not only to me), she sounds, downright queer.
In spite of nature's gifts, of long vocal cords, and long neck,
There are issues, but mostly they're, (I'd say) all in her own head.
So what if her vocal cords go mutter, wobble, fizz, and splutter.
What if her vibrato is wide, as a highway in Italy, or long as Autostrada. (A 'Long!'road in Italy for high speed drivers)
The point of song and music, is, its a food for heart and soul,
If you can sing along with others, you're never left out in the cold.
So even if my friend, does at times (not always) sound right odd,
To hold that against her, would make me, a mean, rotten little sod!
Tushie
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