Public Speaking Ritual
Public speaking fear,
Relieved by a beer,
Can lead to audience loss,
You are filled with dread,
Words at mirror said,
Make you seem like you are boss.
Tell a short story,
Of me - no glory,
Make them laugh real good and loud.
Forget the content,
They’ll think you’re bent,
Self-comedy wins a crowd.
For Nette Onclaud’s “Alouette Your Cleansing Rite (Ritual)” contest
Written by Lee Ramage
August 27, 2011
Placement: 8th
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