Fears

I'm afraid of sharks, swimming in the seas, I'm not going to put MY toe in, can't you see? I'm afraid they'll like the smell of me, And call their kin to come and put an end to me. I'm afraid of small and big knives- Sharp and cutting -plunging and tearing, Then some detective will have to hunt To find where the victim's been buried. I'm not afraid of mice or rats- Of spiders, whales, or even bats, I'm not even scared of dogs or cats Or of whales, old kettles, of silly old hats I think I've taken up enough of you poets time, Making you think of all your fears and such- Now it's time for me to make you wonder, What could I do to make you blunder? HAHAHAHAHA-----------------HAH!!!!! ENJOY! This was one of my very first poems, written when I was just coming out of the depression I had been in after my beloved husband's sudden death.