Today, i looked at a wall
And saw a face, i didn't recognise at all
It returned my gaze, and said this one thing
If you have an ******, try not to sing!

This puzzled me, to the furthest extreme
As if i had an ******, i'd more likely scream
But my memory of such things, were in the distant past
And a scream might sound like singing, but very very fast

So i checked my old diaries, and that kind of thing
And found a comment, "remember not to sing!"
It was in my own writing, i was much perplexed
As i don't remember being, quite so oversexed

So i contacted ex girlfriends, and a one night stand
One of them had moved, to a far off land
I asked if they'd moved there out of choice
She replied no, it was because of my voice!

I screamed, and cried, and lamented, was my voice oh so bad?
She told me it was more to do, with the fact i was mad
It would of been okay, if i'd sung ballads, and similar things
But i screamed like a Banjee, as if strangled by strings

I thanked her profusely, and apologised too
And considered on whether, i should be caged in a zoo
But as i was single, and likely to stay this way
I told the face on the wall, to simply go away

The face on the wall ignored me, for quite a while
Then opened it's eyes, and began to smile
You silly woman, you're talking to yourself
I am just a mirror, hanging on your shelf!
by Jemia