A Nervous Nelly With An Upset Belly!

The cat is going to post today. What will people say? What will people think? What will they drink? What will they eat? What will they repeat? What....who cares. Did I just get stares?

The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!
4+10=14=N
Nervous Nelly had a rhyme.
But it ended before its time.
She could have done it well.
Every word she knew how to spell.

She knew the meter.
She wasn't a cheater.
She knew the scheme.
It was her dream.

But what if ruled.
What if fooled.
Left on the brink.
Left only to think.

What if there's hate?
What if it's fate?
What if it's not?
What if it's hot?

The brain paved a path,
Leaving a what if bath.
Showered and drunk.
Stuck in a what if funk.

Nervous and not.
Won the final plot.
Nerves were in knots.
Like wires on cots.

Rusty and worn.
Nothing was born.
Not even a word.
Why let it be heard?

Could be worse.
Could be a curse.
Could be bad.
Could be a fad.

The rational took hold.
Nothing needed to be told.
Could be was scary.
Could offend the tooth fairy.

Nervous Nelly had a rhyme.
But instead she sucked a lime.
Sucked and stayed in place.
Never showing her face.

Do you let nerves win? Do you rationalize not doing it at your bin? Are you a nervous nelly? Care what people think like those on the telly? Ratings are a big thing to those. Pffffft they can go suck on a hose. As can that nervous crap. We'll let someone else fall into that trap. Instead I'll continue to give sass from my not so nervous little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.