Phobia
I would not be what Einstein feared.
Eyes nailed to smart chopping board instead.
On it, somebody could set onions disabled to stimulate tears.
O, saying words, a kind of phobias indeed.
I would hit the sea of flying words in deep dive.
And yes for sure, I require Spongebob’s net and Sandy’s air tube
To practice my lips and tongue by yelling at jellied words.
Next year, I wish you promote my grade.
Copyright © Nur Holis | Year Posted 2017
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