UN ANGELIC ANGELA

Angela has an awful voice,
She takes after her mother June
I don't know why she's in the choir,
When she can’t stay in tune
She cant manage to stay in tune
Not even for a single note
It sounds like someone's hands
Are tightening around her throat
It never rises and it never falls
It just stays permanently flat
In truth she can't carry a tune
In a bucket it's as simple as that
I was told that she had it trained
When she was still a child
But I'm afraid it soon escaped
And returned back to the wild