- (I wrote this to prove a sonnet might not be about love……but it was hard)
- No noise had ever irked him like her thrums.
His head ached and he even shed some tears
Thank the Lord,she’d chucked out all their drums. - No music was so painful to his ears
- No sound was sharper than her speaking voice.
- No lullabies would cross her cold drawn lips.
- He’d like to fly away to hotels choice
To escape the barrage of her clever quips. - No guitar man made would emote in her hands.
No tutor could impart the tragic gift.
She’d cause commotion in some lurid band;
Or soon be sent to sea and set adrift - .For if a woman’s born tone deaf and dumb
From her hands no joyous note shall come. - She can’t be mended by arabic gum.
- She’ll rile the neighbours with your kettle drum
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