Opera Stars - Poem by gershon hepner
Some sopranos are like high-explosive shells
and others are like Queens of Night on acid,
a few of them have voices like cracked bells,
but you will rarely hear one who is placid.
Contraltos with less temperamental voices
sing in a far more comfortable range,
but when they’re labeled mezzos they make choices
their leading men consider to be strange.
The tenor, prima donna in male drag,
is booed whenever he can’t hit high C’s,
but what a baritone most likes to brag
about, is mill’ è tre whom he can please.
Because a bass’s voice is most enthralling
he will not waste his time in a discussion
with baritones or tenors, since their bawling
appears to him unworthy of a Russian.
The most intriguing member of the cast is counter,
not revolutionary but tenor, his high pitch
confusing men and women he’ll encounter,
believing him to be a diva bitch.
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