I thought my lines were splendid.
I stayed up half the night.
The way the phrases blended,
the meter crisp and tight –
I smiled at what my pen did.
Just look what I could write!
I eagerly prepared it.
I solemnly rehearsed.
At open mic, I shared it –
but then my bubble burst.
The awkward silence blared it:
I guess I’m not well versed.