Stuck In Scy-La-La-Lin
If there's kingdom of bad moments,
Its oubliette's sticking;
Where none owns any place, but-
Places own the being.
Cramping inside bad, ugly cells-
In graveyards locking in,
Inside cars or spooky cellars-
All are dwarfed to spelling.
Oh, once I heard a speechless speech;
The lad stuck while speaking,
Being tongue-tied between two words,
None knowing his saying.
Two words: Scylla and Charybdis;
They're easy as a pin,
Although, they caused aphasia,
Like Sci-li la-la lin.
The poor guy sweated and whimpered,
The audience: laughing;
He dashed, rushed, and ran away by
Shrilling Scy-la-la-lin.
Copyright © Benyamin Bensalah | Year Posted 2017
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