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.
4 comments:
Awesome.
We spent the evening being totally immersed in the wonderful programs, from the First Presidency Christmas Devotional to Christmas with the Tabernacle Choir. You all gave us an outstanding opportunity to open the Christmas holiday season. No Black Friday does not cut it!
I located you in the choir for the first time to night, finally! Thank you for your service with the choir, the choir brings great joy to so many.
I cringe every time someone starts of a recitation with " I wrote this myself", but this was epic. I'm not sure exactly what went on, but it sounds pretty darn awesome. Also, your meter was good and your rhymes original. Ten stars!
Ha ha, I can't wait to hear the whole story!
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