Beating our Fears
Within the darkest webs of hidden fear, Bejewelled, unblinking octaves start to glow; The thought of spindly forelegs looming near, Can cause our buried angst
fear
Disgusting Holes
Running in dread from the The sickly secret of a Bee’s honeycomb, My nightmares are full of Buttered English muffins That morph into Deathstalker scorpions,
Fearful Fromage
We wish to carry out a test To find which food I most detest? Edam is good. Do you agree? Please take that cheese away