Sanguine

I was preceding to the podium to begin my chirp, The old man there gives out a burp After tasting his soup with a slurp. He asked, “Who’s that little twerp?” For me that was a usurp. I took a deep breathe... Remembered of the Greek Lethe Which made me start with seethe I was all set to unsheathe, Ignoring my chattering teeth. My voice was fumbling And I was grumbling Thoughts were jumbling Instead of stabling, I was stumbling.. Eventually my dreams were crumbling.... I took control over the dire In order to set the stage on fire Because I was on the spire There was only a thin wire Between me and my choir I crooned for the people to Admire And my hopes to ASPIRE.