Walter Miring'u Nyagah
I Can'T Sing, Not Even A Bit! - Poem by Walter Miring'u Nyagah
I love music, I love it, just as I love meat,
But unfortunately, one thing that'll make me quit,
Is I can't sing, not even a bit,
But when I hear a beat, it brings me to my feet!
My singing voice is terrible, that I admit,
But how dare you, a whole you, to me cheat?
That my voice is to you is 'Oh, so sweet'?
Try using some wit!
Avril Lavigne, Katy Perry, give me the heat,
Owl City, Maroon 5, I want to meet,
But won't they throw me in a pit?
'Cause according to them I'd rather sit and knit?
I can't sing, not even a bit, that I admit,
But my music I will dare not delete,
I'd rather a whole week not eat,
And get my naughty voice whipped to be sweet!
This terrible voice I will vomit,
And behold I will have a new spirit,
No longer will my voice be illicit,
But will be as sweet as a biscuit!
I can't sing, not even a bit, that I repeat,
But my voice will improve bit by bit,
My throat that high note will hit,
And at that point, my soul will be like the morning sky, lit!
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