12/17/2025
’Twas the night before Toastmasters, when all through the room,
The lectern stood ready, the banner in bloom.
The gavel was polished, agendas stood tall,
Ready for women to lead, to rise, and to call.
The members were seated with confidence and care,
From first-time Icebreakers to speakers who dare.
Each voice held power, each story had weight,
In Lead to Succeed, it’s never too late.
The Toastmaster stood smiling, agenda in hand,
With purpose and warmth—this meeting was planned.
She set the tone clearly, the theme shining through:
“Tonight, we grow stronger in all that we do.”
“Now Icebreaker! Evaluator!
Grammarian and Ah-Counter too!
Timer—keep us honest!
Table Topics—think fast, this means you!”
Ideas flew freely, responses took flight,
Women thinking on their feet, owning the light.
With laughter and insight, each answer was heard,
And somehow—once again—Blake used the Word.
No matter how tricky or oddly assigned,
He slips it in smoothly, each and every time.
The Wordmaster sighs, already quite sure:
“Has Blake won again… is there no cure?”
The timer flashed green, then yellow, then red,
Yet confidence led where nerves might have fled.
Evaluations followed—thoughtful and kind,
With praise that uplifted and tips well-designed.
The General Evaluator wrapped it up tight,
Highlighting growth we could see in plain sight.
No egos, no fear, just learning and trust—
In this club, lifting women isn’t optional—it is a must.
As the gavel came down, the meeting complete,
There was pride in each woman who took that seat.
For in Lead to Succeed, one truth shines bright:
When women find their voice, they claim their light.
And I heard her exclaim as we closed the night right:
“Happy speaking to all—and to all, good night!”