International Yodelling Convocations [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

International Yodelling Convocations [REVISED]
If ignored, whatever was wrong would go away - I thought;
but when I could not control the notes while trying to sing as
mother played, it seemed as if sound ran away & something
had to be done - thus your insistence that I try your curry,

After a breakfast of egg-and-chips exacerbated the problem,
I have seldom felt so deeply affected by the allergy - though
it’s bad to lose my mind, losing song also is so much worse;
Mother still asked me to sing at their concert – imagine the

Chaos if I can’t find my notes while the music runs on and
the audience have to succumb – no thanks, there’s enough
failures in my past, the solo in operetta at school - a total
mess, music night at university - screeching like a crow

No way, won’t do it to myself and others again - I have not
yet found a way to keep my voice stable while reaching for
the high notes in the last line of I Walk With God, I will not
not force others to endure my attempts at singing the coda

I’ll keep my energy for pestering colleagues and the droves
of innocent security guards, yodelling on the stairwell and
laughing at my amazingly noisy imitations of International
yodelling convocations!

9 November 2013