The Killer in the Choir

EPITAPH ON AN AMATEUR SOPRANO

Her final note has now been sent,

Her final chord’s undone.

After life’s gloom, death should present

Her moment in the sun.

Alas, she has the worst of fates –

She must in Limbo stay

And wait outside the Pearly Gates

For ever and a day.

She’s not shut out because of sin.

Her virtue’s plain to see.

It’s just … she never knew when to come in,

And could never find the key.