Verse Curse: metrophobia
He wanted to write poetry,
But had a problem—deep and wide:
He was afraid of prosody.
A poem made him run and hide.
Try as he could, he could not write—
The fear just wouldn't leave his brain.
A friend first noticed, “Dude ain't right.”
And then our Dude went pure insane.
Throughout the day he raved and raved—
He really did it all the time.
They knew he could not be saved—
And all his ravings were in rhyme!