whilst reading poetic verse

i stumbled upon a curse

that will haunt my dreams

and ruin my life or so it seems

 

as i shouted about the pains of love

and used metaphors based around a glove

all seemed to be going as planned

and the audience were eating out of my hand

 

but i didn't impress all

which accumulates my distinct fall

as there was one judge

to which i now hold a passionate grudge

 

little mason 7 years of age

filled up my promises with rage

provided the stingiest criticism

for my poetic witticisms

 

as the rest of the judges made up their score

you thought it best to snore

with me being such a bore

you decided to fall asleep on the floor

 

Whats wrong with my delivery 

or was your attention span just temporary

was it my rhyme scheme

or the twisted theme

 

now don't get me wrong everyone is entailed to an opinion 

but important scores were under your dominion

and i'll be forever remembered as the one who made you fall asleep

and this has affected me deep

 

Mason you could of been a hero

but now you are nothing more than a zero

Mason, why be so blunt?

Mason you….. 

 

 

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Note: This poem is dedicated to the 7 year old judge at the Latitude slam who fell asleep during the final.....dam you