My name is fen
and wen i win
an award at
a convenshin

i close my eyes
and count to three
and wait for men
to ’splain to me

how i haf sore
misunderstood
and haf won naught
and am not gude

at writing, nay
nor at case law
and shude sit doon
and shut my craw

RuinsPlume does it in verse.

(Psst there’s more; go read the whole thing.)