MY STRANGEST SEIZURE

Following my 'Longest Seizure' ..............

MY STRANGEST SEIZURE

With six sons within fifteen years

And just one working, - dad,

Our parents strived to do their best

Luxuries, never had.

Since elocution lessons

My mother had when young

The first two boys - they had the same

And used by number one.

The next three, learnt piano

And number ’4’ he thrived,

Then he and I - I’m number six,

Into singing lessons, dived.

Since seventeen, been singing

Initially church choir,

And there I did some solos

At singing, never tire.

One instance still stands out for me

Cantata, we did sing

In our church choir on Sunday eve.,

And solo, I did bring.

Just to my left was one called John

At six foot six, but blind,

To right another, "uncle George"

While young, next door’d him find.

He was in charge of microphones

When soloists we’d have,

A task performed with fine finesse

So confident and suave.

He had me 'mic’ed just bars before

My solo piece was due,

When ’nother seizure I endured,

Noticed by just a few.

Now uncle George, he did not know

Should John, the solo sing?

And while John sensed something was wrong

He could not do a thing.

Our organist, another George,

Buckets of sweat he poured,

Not knowing ‘xactly WHAT would hap.

Wrong words? Or e’en dis-chord?

While in the seizure, I was told,

And later heard by me,

I sang the first verse - word for word

Though just slightly, off key.

At interval before verse two,

Returned to ‘here and now’

Then sang the second, perfectly

With finesse and some ‘wow’

Continuing, with rest of choir

Cantata, it did end,

Then Alto, Jeannie turns around

“Some scare there, you did send”

“I’d practiced it” I did reply

Still unaware to me

I’d sung first verse, in perfect word

Though slightly, just, off key.