Frightening
Doggerel
Bull: taurophobia
So, at his
job he'd little pull,
And his
poor mind was always full
Of
fears—especially the bull
That
sniffed around outside the place.
It had a
gruesome, fearsome face.
Oh, he
looked like a deadly case.
But this
old bull was Ferdinand,
Who
sniffed the flowers close at hand,
Was known
for mildness through the land.
But still
the fear consumed our lad—
Among all
cases, very bad.
So he
confessed this to his dad,
Who said,
“A bull’s a kind of cow,
So find
some courage, please, somehow.
Now leave
me—time for Netflix now.”
Our lad
remembered flowers then—
He'd read
the book, oh, way back when.
His gift
relaxed him once again.
And Ferdinand
was very pleased.
Our lad’s
deep fear was fully eased—
No more by
terror was he seized.
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