"A Judge's (Critique)"

As I read
I think the script is sound
The lines are phonetically connected
And it rhymes all around

Put together like a symphonic masterpiece
I can’t believe my ears
If I were blind and couldn’t see
I’d still be overcome in tears

It takes NO genius
To know a contestant winner
A scholar or fellow novice
Would not believe!

Someone who wrote, from time to time
But, never really saw
The talent they had, was very unique
So pure, uncut, and raw

Don’t let me get too wrapped up
Don’t let me get beside…
Myself, the other judges as we critique
And hand this author, first place prize