I hate my speech!
I hate how sounds are released,
I hate how my S’s last longer than a Second
I hate how my lip tightens .
Half of the word is cuffed in throat
The feeling of disappointment
Another word would have to be spoke!
Snapping my fingers, stomping my feet
Anything that will help me speak.
I rather nod and shake to answer questions
To be hidden from the all stares
I hate speaking to crowds
They look at me like I’m a comedian now!
Until infected with this disease
Surely, they will understand the struggle of the King’s Speech.