We tittered at first when sweet Mack chose to spell
“H-E-Double-Toothpick” instead of saying “Hell”.
We giggled out loud when Mack thought the word “Breast”
Was too vivid to say, so he changed it to “bless’d”.
But tonight our director dear as can be,
Was faced with two words not in his repertoire-y.
Endearing shy nature was tested by fire
Introducing a specialist visiting choir.
And that singing doctor, without knowing Mack
Gave to our director a “pronounced” heart attack.
From the tips of his toes to top of his head,
Our Dearest Darling Mack turned the best shade of red.
Oh Beloved Mack, if it happens again,
Don’t try to pronounce it, say “O-B-G-Y-N”.
*I sincerely hope that this poem is general and non-searchable enough that the choir powers-that-be don't demand that I remove it. If they feel I must, then I will. I just was so delighted by rehearsal tonight that I had to get it all down on paper.