When I was 16 my then boyfriend sent me some poetry when he had been grounded for playing truant, most poems were soppy love peotry, but there was one that I will never forget, though the sands of time may have altered the wording slightly and the author I have no idea about, but I often think about it at open mike torture sessions:

There was a man with a tongue of wood
Who loved to sing
In truth, it was lamentable.....
But there was one who heard
The clip clatter of the tongue of wood
And knew what the singer wished to sing
With that, the singer was content

It helps me a little..... but it there are many wooden tongues.........AAAAaaarghhh!!!!!! Cheers, Lucy