Oh I Wish I Could Sing

• Sofiya Alamudi, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

Oh I wish I could sing
But I really am screeching
On the top of my lungs
Like I was just stung
Oh I wish I could sing
As I write this I am humming
Along to a tune
That was written by a wrinkly old prune
Oh I wish I could sing
I think I sound amazing
But really people cringe
As I step up to the fringe
Oh I wish I could sing
Right in front of the Lion King
But Mufasa would’ve been angered
At Hakuna Matata being butchered