Frightening
Doggerel
Duane’s
Twister Trouble: lilapsophobia
In
Oklahoma, when a lad,
He feared
tornadoes: They were bad!
Such
twister fears that boy had had.
There was
no Oz and Dorothy stuff—
No, those
were stories full of fluff.
And very
soon he’d had enough
Of roaring
noises in the night,
Of
swirling funnels (dark not bright)—
They even
killed his appetite.
And so,
grown up, he left the plain
And moved
southeast, our friend Duane,
But died
there in a hurricane.
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