Pfft.
Pfffft.
Pfffffttttt. Pfft. Pfft.
Pfft.
PFFFFFTTTTT!!!!!!
Itโs one of lifeโs little mysteries
Thatโs never really bothered me
Iโve never been able to whistle, see
But Iโm OK with that.
Iโm not musically minded, though
And when I try it really shows
But I very often have a go
And Iโm OK with that.
I can whistle a little bit
Very faint and quite high pitched
It actually sounds a little shigh
Yet Iโm OK with that.
I find lately I hum a lot
As whistling I just cannot
Do. This poemโs gone to pot
Still Iโm OK with that.
But whistlinโ and me, we donโt get on
And itโs terrible when I hear a song
And I simply have to pffffft along
โThough I can live with that.
Pfffft.
A bit of fun for this weekโs BrewโNโSpew Cafรฉ; the link to Eugeniaโs site is above.
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