Strong men take off down the hill
When the dentist bares his drill;
Some folks have a lively horror
Of getting locked behind a dorror;
Some exhibit Quaking forms
In the midst of thunder-storms;
At bridges spanning yawning chasms
Not a few go into spasms;
Others find themselves in Quakes
If you even mention snakes;
Some turn the color of the pea
If one says “Insecurity”;
Still others feel their heartbeats stopping
At the very thought of dropping.
Pick the phobia to fit
You; don’t be ashamed of it;
Sing its praises, for it’s clear
The brave but live in fear of fear.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 2, 1951
