I get up out of my chair,
And hope that I can last.
As I walk up to the front,
All I want to do is sit down fast.
My knees knock together.
My hands start to shake.
I'm only doing this,
For my G.P.A.'s sake.
I hate giving speeches,
And talking to the class.
Is there something in my teeth?
Will I suddenly have gas?
I'll just try to stand and talk,
And hope for a good grade.
Am I speaking way too fast?
What's the grade that I have made?
"Picture them in their underwear!"
Is the advice that I get.
I will never, ever do that!
Or else I might throw up a bit.
They begin to clap politely,
So I go and sit down.
I'm the queen of speech-making.
Now, where is my crown?!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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hehehhee, i hate giving speaches!. i'm always so nervous. you did a great job on this poem, it was a pleasure to read. =)
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Thanks so much for the comment! I'm really glad that you liked it! I actually had to give a speech today, but I got through it!
~Mon Amour Ange
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I like it.
This poem made me laugh, I had a similar experience just the other day. I was suddenly and unexpectedly called upon to speak to a group of about 140 teenagers, and I almost died, lol. At the end of it, however, I was overjoyed that I was able to do it. Your poem summed up the feeling of that experience perfectly. You've got some other good poems, too, keep writing! -
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Thank you so much for the wonderful comment! I'm so glad that you liked it! I actually have to give another speech tomorrow... and I really don't want to, but I know that I have to for my college class! Thanks again for the comment!
~Mon Amour Ange
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