Her phobias make her hate the arrival of November. |
| What is your problem? He asked with a grin as He lifted the corner Of the calendar page Her shoulders slumped down and She turned ghastly pale She slapped at his wrist ‘til October’s page dropped November it frightens me It has since a kid But I don’t understand What could you fear? All the men at my office Rejoice in “Movember” What’s that? he asked As she slumped in a chair All the men grow mustaches Raising cash for men’s health And if that’s not enough They sport bushy beards too I break out in a sweat On my work, I can’t focus My head goes all woozy Heart thumps like a drum My doctor tells me it’s Pogonophobia, it’s true *** Pogonophobia ▶︎ |