Opera Whining Poem by Phil Soar

I left before the opera was complete
I'd sat for hours upon a broken seat
Listening to a woman howl and shriek
Thinking that her brain had sprung a leak

Her fella wasn't much more comforting
He looked like a gorilla trying to sing
His face contorted like he was constipated
The words expressed were more than just berated

And so I left with buttocks numb and stiff
I'd rather listen to a guitar riff
And so my first opera has left me pained
A nicer man might have been more restrained