"60 seconds?!!
60 seconds! Just a minute! Wait a tick!
I'm nearly ready ...
Packed my poems. I just can't choose which one to pick.
Wait a sec, Hold on now, will ya?
What! ..? I've started!? Bloody hell!
How long till my time runs out?
Will we hear a little bell?"
Righto then. ( Calm down, get started.)
Try to (shit!) compose yourself.
Curse my bloody Tourettes's syndrome.
Curse this stress - this mental health.
Focus now! Just read the poem.
We're all adults; among friends now.
Bugga, don't let on your nervous.
Holy crap! Don't have a cow.
Here we go then. What's the title?
Come on now remember it ...
something .. something with true love...
Bloody damn! and @#$%! an sh*t!
Wait! I've got it!
"Good evening, Folks.
Tonight I'd like to share with you
a little piece, I hope you like it,
called, "My love from me to ..."
"What's that?"
"My time's up?"
(Oh, thank goodness for that!)
(c) MrsMyth (TJ McGowan)
