Saturday, January 30, 2016

Chicken Big, 13

Frightening Doggerel

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!

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