The broken voice

When Jimmy woke that fateful day

He knew something had gone away

(But what it was he could not tell

For he couldn’t speak or shout or yell)

Worried sick he fetched his Mum

Who told him off and smacked his bum

For being jolly late for school

And that just wouldn’t do at all

But, writing on a paper pad

He told his Mum he wasn’t mad

For something had gone quite away

And made him ill upon this day

(But what it was he could not tell

For he couldn’t speak or shout or yell)

“You silly fool” his Mum had spoken

“Don’t you know your voice has broken?”

“Go fetch the bits and make it quick,

“Or you’ll end up being jolly sick”

So off he went back to his room

Armed with a big long-handled broom

And found the bits upon the floor

As his throat began to get quite sore

Took them back down to his Mum

Who’d found some sticky tape and gum

And mended quick the broken bits

That had made poor Jimmy jolly sick

“Open wide” (she was quite curt)

“Cos this is really going to hurt”

And, reaching down into his throat

She stuck it back and made him croak

Then for several days folk stared agog

At the boy who sounded like a frog

But then one simply marvellous day

The croak had simply gone away

And Jimmy found that he had grown

A brand new voice all of his own

Happy now, he loud could tell

For he could speak and shout and yell

That his voice had changed from tinny squeak

To one grown-up and jolly deep.

 

©Jemverse

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