Formal performances left me cold
My feet stuck in a cement mold
Stuttering nervous unpleasant they
Had me ready to take flight, run away
The one saving grace in this mess
My darling in her bright silver dress
Nonconformist to the enth degree
One look, filled with mirth I was free
To give the speech expected of me
No this was certainly not my cup of tea
She made it worthwhile filled me with glee
When I was finished, we toasted with Chablis
Oh wow. I can feel this one.
Then I feel accomplished because it spoke to you. Thank you. That means worlds.