Frightening
Doggerel
Stumble: psellismophobia
My boyhood
fear of stuttering
Would
often keep me silent or
Reduce me just
to muttering
When I
would speak. (A chore.)
The years
went on, and Father Time
Resolved
(a bit) my twisted tongue.
And now I
have to say that I’m
(A little)
better than when young.
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