Hot This Opera

Unfold slowly...
The block,
That's got you moody tuned.

Deep from depths to leap.
As if the sipping of chablis completes.
To ease and soothe,
An increasing that is released.

Feel a mellow grow.
Combine flute and soft cellos.
Vibrato vocals lift to sing.
Altos, tenors...
Mezzo-ling.
To ooze lyrics accentuated.
Without that hip-hop 'thing'.
For some may irritate...
To satisfy a purpose baited.
But...
That's not opera!

Bravah dah dah...
Bravah dee.
Doo abba dah bah,
Bravah dee.

With strings crescendo-ed,
Lilting oboes floating.
Crisp notes heard,
As if birds are chirping.
And...
Nonstop on ears to drop.
Hot this opera.

Bravah dah dah...
Bravah dee.
Doo abba dah bah,
Bravah dee.

With strings crescendo-ed,
Lilting oboes floating.
Crisp notes heard,
As if birds are chirping.
And...
Nonstop on ears to drop.
Hot this opera.

Hot,
This opera.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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