The K-K-King And I - Poem by Ima Ryma
I can tell you that it's no fun
Being known as the stutter kid.
I guess I'm not the only one,
Lots of us do and will and did.
My Mom took me to see some doc,
Who said I should grow out of it.
In the meantime, I have to talk,
But I sure feel like some nitwit.
At least now in the neighborhood,
I stutter in front of most folk,
And they ignore it, and that's good,
But it's a pain and that's no joke.
It helps me to know that a king
Did overcome his stuttering.
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