The Stammer Poem by Phil Soar

The Stammer



I walked into the hardware store, and the owner had a stammer
I asked him for a bag of nails and a H.H.H.H.Hammer
For I had got a stammer too, and the meeting was so hectic
Perhaps it would have been okay, if we were just dyslexic.

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