I'm stood in the rehearsal room, <br />Going through my lines. <br />I glance at my watch: <br />It is very nearly time. <br /> <br />The door of the room opens: <br />The Examiner is here. <br />And suddenly my mind <br />Is very far from clear. <br /> <br />I discover that my Examiner <br />Is none other than the Chief. <br />Suddenly, I fear that all my lines <br />Have been stolen by a thief. <br /> <br />I predict that I'll need prompting, <br />And that the exam will be a mess, <br />But with the process of learning lines, <br />Luckily, I'm pretty obsessed. <br /> <br />Stood in the exam room, <br />I consider my first line. <br />This is my big moment: <br />My moment to truly shine. <br /> <br />I begin my very first poem; <br />My legs shake with fear, <br />But I find that all my words <br />Are delivered loud and clear. <br /> <br />As well as my voice, <br />I use my hands and face, <br />And every single word <br />Is in its rightful place. <br /> <br />The exam is very soon over: <br />These exams are fairly brief. <br />And as I leave the building, <br />I'm almost crying with relief.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verse-speaking-exam/
