Lithp
I am curthed with a lithp,
there'th no rethpite in thight,
cannot mathter my thpeech,
can't ecthpreth my thore plight.
Got a cold in by node,
cannot rethtrain a thneethe,
my conditionth pathetic,
I'm down on my kneethe.
I'll thtrive to be fearleth,
to thubdue my thtreth,
but I'm lothing the fight
to thuthtain happineth!
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meant to be humorous...
no disrespect intended.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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