She attempted that she write a superb story making sense,
And each time she sat down to write,
She wrote pages and pages together,
All superb, all better than the other.

Her words, her compositions,
All stupendous, all pretty,
They made her happy,
Jolly very.

Then one day, about an year later,
She sat down to re-read her own.
She spent days and days reading them and then reading them again,
Connecting all words she had once sown.

It surprised her and no wonder why,
That she had in fact written her life out there,
Shared her joy, spread her sorrow,
In an undercover, of a poet who’d so DARED!!