Susan Boyle started to sing.
No-one asked her to,
but she did on a whim.
She sang and sang
as the church bells rang
and the entire village smiled.
Susan felt prouder
so sang louder and louder
until her volume exploded a child.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.