Frightening
Doggerel
Please, Oh
Please, No Memories: mnemophobia
He had no
fears of birds or bees,
Of
monsters or of soaring trees.
His feared
his many memories.
Oh, sure,
he’d sometimes been so bad—
Illegal, some,
but just a tad.
He was a
fairly normal lad.
But later
on it just grew worse,
For in his
mind he would rehearse
That time
he robbed his mother’s purse,
The time
he kicked the family dog,
And hit
his brother with a log,
And called
his sister “such a hog.”
And later,
thinking of disease,
Imagining his
final wheeze:
“At least I’ll
have no memories!”
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