Banshee On Steroids

Do you think screaming like a banshee on steroids is normal? Well, it isn't dancing on ice. But I can tell you, dear, your voice cuts ice, it grates like an ice boot both day and night across my heart and through my soul. Why not do a cutesy, a pirouette or two? Don't you know I love you, silly old fool? Do you think shouting is always appropriate? It's just old-school, and I should give as good as I get as a rule. Sorry darling, I can't figure it out Whatever I say will be wrong, like pig swill reaching a golden koi pond While your silver tongue will always be right, putting me on thin black ice each night. Darling dear, when will there be a breakthrough, what am I to do?