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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