For if a woman’s born tone deaf and dumb

  • No noise had ever irked him like her thrums.
    His head ached and he even shed some tears
    Thank the Lord,she’d chucked out all his drums
  • No music was so painful to his ears

No sound was sharper than her   voice

No lullabies would cross her cold drawn lips.

                He’d like to fly away to hotels  choice

                  To escape the barrage of her clever quips.

  • No guitar man made would emote in her hands.
    No tutor could impart the tragic gift.
    She’d cause commotion in some lurid band;
    Or soon be sent to sea and set adrift
  •               .For if a woman’s born tone deaf and dumb
    From her hands no joyous note shall come.

About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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