Pfffffttttt. Pfft. Pfft.
It’s one of life’s little mysteries
That’s never really bothered me
I’ve never been able to whistle, see
But I’m OK with that.
I’m not musically minded, though
And when I try it really shows
But I very often have a go
And I’m OK with that.
I can whistle a little bit
Very faint and quite high pitched
It actually sounds a little shigh
Yet I’m OK with that.
I find lately I hum a lot
As whistling I just cannot
Do. This poem’s gone to pot
Still I’m OK with that.
But whistlin’ and me, we don’t get on
And it’s terrible when I hear a song
And I simply have to pffffft along
‘Though I can live with that.
A bit of fun for this week’s Brew’N’Spew Café; the link to Eugenia’s site is above.
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