It’s only when I’m comfortable that I’m uncomfortable,
My voice disparingly stern,
I sing in lower octave how
I yonder to ever learn.
In time I have tested and made a choice,
I preferred it not this way – I think
Before I knew I had a choice,
I lost it with a wink. Or blink.
Or returning now to louder song,
I wonder if it’s never gone,
We crow the average little guy in,
And here he lie to write a grin?
Lol. Poetry ~ for average little losers, no not, I disagree. I like the verb in common tense, at last I need not pee.