- 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.