On days when tiredness stymies memory,
I do not tax my brain- it is unwise.
I focus on the rudimentary,
The fundamental on which work relies.
And when my voice is tired, I must respect
Its limitations, even though I chafe
To sing full-voiced, I know that to protect
The instrument means shunning the unsafe.
But when I’m hoarse and tired, those double wrongs
Combine to make an exponential right,
Because I know a lot of three-chord songs
Whose range is such that don’t have to fight.
I find it fun to have a brief affair
With singing when I sound a bit like Cher.
Libby Weber 
Whose range is such that I don’t have to fight? I like your silver lining. Hope you feel better soon. Pop
You tell me! Oh, you mean for me? I usually sing a lot of Stevie Nicks. I do a killer Rhiannon when I have a cold, but when I’m hoarse, I usually stick to Landslide, since it’s easy to play on guitar.