The undiscovered poet,
Sits there at her desk,
I bet you don’t know it,
But she’s writing to impress.

Her pen scribbles across the sheet,
As she thinks what to write,
She needs to make it neat,
So her career can fly as high as a kite.

The undiscovered poet,
Writes down what she thinks,
I bet you don’t know it,
But she barely even blinks.

Soon, you’ll have heard of her name,
But that day is far away,
For it’s her life’s aim,
To be heard by everyone, one day.