You win some chances to have your poem read by your favorite person on your favorite show, and you lose some.

Yeah boi.So, this morning I got the news that my poem didn't make the final edit of Mad on Chelsea . Which, you know...is okay! The knowledge that Proudlock still read it with his gorgeous lips, and the fact that I got to be a part of a crazy journey where it was even a *possibility*? I'll take it.

This is him, reading my poem after he saved it on his phone. But now that #MadonChelsea knows me? YOU BETTER BET EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THAT I'M GONNA GET ON THAT SHOW AGAIN.