Speak, Memory! Glossophobia
He hated public speaking class
But knew he really had to pass.
He felt entirely like an ass
When his turn came to rise and speak
(Which happened every single week),
He felt as if he were a freak
Now on display so kids could laugh.
He knew that on his epitaph
He’d picture there a large giraffe
Attempting to perform a speech,
A task that’s well beyond his reach.
He sighed. He cried. He thought of each
His failures. Then he scratched his head
And thought, while both his eyes turned red,
At least no speaking when I'm dead!