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.
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