Sure, why not.

[dunder]

I'm having a somewhat... down-trodden evening. So to try and ignore it, myself, I'm going to write something silly and unmeaningful.

Once upon a time,
or so the story goes,
there lived a lonely minstrel,
in a land that no one knows.
This minstrel had a longing,
to play unto the king,
but while his harp was lovely,
alas, he could not sing.

Speaking he could manage,
and utter any word.
But when he tried to sing them,
no sound could 'ere be heard.
No good would be a minstrel,
what played and nothing more.
What court would ever have him,
and if they did, what for?

So through the woods he wandered,
playing idly to the trees,
and singing did surround him,
from the birds and from the breeze.
One day the king was passing,
through said minstrel's wooded home,
when he heard a sound a sudden,
that caused him then to roam.

The source he soon discovered,
was the minstrel wandering free,
and thus the king did speak to him,
and bade "Come play for me."
He listened and he waited,
for words, for sound, for voice,
but anon he was discouraged,
and gave a final choice.

"If a note you sing,
then you may come along,
unto my distant castle,
and forever give me song."
The minstrel's mouth was opened,
but no vocal talent shone,
and thus the king did leave him there,
to play and die alone.