Now, I want to hear your singing!! It can't be that bad, can it???? You make my heart sing with your poetry, Michael!

Love ya!

Jane

There are a lot of people like sad songs, including me. Never sell yourself short.

Sandie :)

I'm sure your singing voice is as good as your poet's voice.

Sounds like you need to get your pipes either cleaned or reamed. But that's no guarantee, because long ago, I discovered the source of a good singer… Buck teeth. If you don't have a natural born overbite, forget singing. The classical example of this is Dion Warwick. I remember when she first came on America's Bandstand. I did a little search and can't find a single picture of how she looked before she got her teeth fixed. She may have paid money to have the Internet scoured and stripped of any pictures of her before.

My greatest singing triumph came last year after doing a little karaoke at an assisted living home, I was asked to do an encore performance of Sweet Caroline.

Ron

A singer, I am not although I'd like to be.
My dad sounded like a Dean Martin so what happened to me?
So I can relate, my friend.
But give me a hard time and I'll threaten to sing again.
Nice poem!

We have alot in common, regards to sing,
When in the shower I do so but of it on the wing,
My neighbors do hate my voice, so to quiet me they do of my doorbell ring...-e-

Yet still, your poem is something of a song, even if you can't sing. Thanks for posting and cheering us up.

Witty and humorous as always, Michael. Well done! Love and peace to you,

Regis. 🍁🍁🍁