Phobias
I know a man afraid of cats.
I'd understand if it were bats.
I will admit my fear of rats
And those small demons, stinging gnats.
Now don't you think it is a pity,
A grown man afraid of kitty?
Because I am extremely witty
I write about him in this ditty.
Another friend has fear of toast,
The darkest brown he fears the most,
Though of his bravery he'll boast
When encountering a well-seared roast.
We tell him it is in his head
And if he'll only take his med
And do just what the doctor said,
He'll find that it is only bread.
These fears that truly petrify,
Don't bother smart folks such as I.
It doesn't count that I will shy
From a bug, a bee or a butterfly.
For monorhyme contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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