Bacon, egg, and moon poem

I'm highly caffeinated and not feeling bashful, so I thought I'd share a goofy rhyme (inspired by a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit and an autumn morning moon) that I wrote on Austin Peay this morning on my way to work.

When I conjecture and confirm
I'm constantly correct

But yet

When I rely on just surmise
I'm wrong in retrospect