I am a tuneless tambourine;
Soreness warps my wooden surface.
My sound is tired and tedious;
I crackle; I never ring.
I hear you say to someone else: “No rail”
No ring has ever rung.”
And, I am not a rail or ring.
I ring; I am a tambourine.
I am a tuneless tambourine;
Soreness warps my wooden surface.
My sound is tired and tedious;
I crackle; I never ring.
I hear you say to someone else: “No rail”
No ring has ever rung.”
And, I am not a rail or ring.
I ring; I am a tambourine.
