Finding one’s voice.
Is not a matter of choice.
But something in which to rejoice.
Don’t worry. I’m not turning this into a poetry blog. I was just sitting around one night and wondering what rhymed with voice. Not a whole lot of words with oice in them. Hoist and foist are close, but have that ‘t’ sound at the end, so they really don’t count.
If I were however do go the poetry route. I think it would mainly consist of dirty limericks. Think: The man from Nantucket, or “There once was a man from Trent”. I have written a few limericks. The one below pretty much sums up my career as a PO (probation officer), but can apply to anyone who has worked in a big government agency or corporation.
There once was a PO named Stover
Who was treated worse than my dog named Rover
Many years did pass
Of taking it in the ass
So he changed his name to Ben Dover.