Many people fear unnecessarily due to some imaginary notion of others they have. Doubt puts us in such terrible fear. Being a victim of this kind of fear, I am inspired to write this poem.
One man tall and lanky Was walking side by side Of another short and stocky None other was in sight Their stare became lengthy The lanky saw his pocket buldge Of fear he stayed stacky A pistol was what he judged The stocky noticed the folded hanky That could endanger his life As he took it for something fishy Like it resembled a hidden knife The lanky reached a protective hand On the well wrapped red hanky His wages he had in a rubber band He wanted to save from the stocky The stocky feared theft of his burger In terrible fear his gaze ran at the lanky Like an ominous bell they stepped farther Focussed in false notion of robbery They wished for the cloak of the night They could escape with their treasure For the lanky, money was tight And the stocky had it for his dinner Their steps were growing strained And their breathing became raspier Not one word to each other was said Till the end when their fear drained
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