Drone
I’m not a soldier or a bee, but when I’m passing through
You might mistakenly think me a drone, for what I do,
More than a bagpipe ever did, is blow and bloviate
And buzz so much–I do not kid–you’ll wish the kinder fate
Of early death, deafness at least, enveloping with fog
Your tender soul, until it’s ceased–my tedious monologue.
Art-Colored Glasses 
not even bagpipes bug me 😉
Actually, I enjoy a good bagpiper’s work very much. I treated it cruelly purely for poetic extension of the drone theme. I’ll try to make a pro-bagpipe poem one of these days for karmic reasons! 😉
I like this 🙂
I’m glad it didn’t bug you! 😉
hehehe 😀
Once, at a Cubs game, behind us sat a young woman whose voice sounded like a lovable cartoon teddy bear. By the end of the game, we were betting who among us would break first and strangle her. To this day, though I have no recollection of her other than that voice, I remember her boyfriend/companion and wonder if they’re still together.
Har har har, you made me laugh so hard I almost strangled *myself*! Boy, there are some Voices out there that never let go of our ears…kind of like LBJ with his dog’s ears, maybe. 😉