Myrtle McGuire

joined a choir, 

because she thought

she could sing.

She sang soprano

near the piano,

and here’s the 

terrible thing:

her voice was a shriek

that lacked technique,

and started a chain of disasters;

the glass windows shattered,

and what really mattered,

down from the roof 

came the rafters. 

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