Known for a bad case of metrophobia,
Gwen’s body twisted inside at the shock
Of being assigned to write a poem tonight
About eggs, or peaches, or a pretty frock.
Crouched in her slip on the bedroom floor,
Her intense fears had her in their grip.
There was a high chance of a failing grade,
For she’s renowned for her Freudian slips.
A silly poem, although poems are hard to write, for the Wordle #204 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompts are: High, Metrophobia- Irrational fear of poetry, Freudian Slip, Crouch, Eggs, Peach, Tonight, Shock, Slip, Know, Twist, Body.
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