Here's another poem from my burgeoning collection. In this one, a young boy details his many, varied phobias.
afraid
I can’t listen to music
‘Cause radios scare me.
And I can’t play in my tree house
‘Cause I’m scared to climb the tree.
I cannot eat a sandwich
‘Cause I’m terrified of bread.
And I cannot learn to sew
‘Cause I’m frightened of the thread.
So as it is plain to see, mother
I cannot clean my room,
‘Cause the sight of vacuum cleaners
Fills me with thoughts of doom!
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