What is it with the world and phobias?
Those little things that scare us out of sight.
Be it spiders, wasps or snakes
Or other things that threat and bite
These monstrous little nasties
That go boo in our psychology
And mount a fear that paralyses
Our minds and bodies so totally
For these quirky fixations and obsessions
Can leave us in a state of flight or fright
With a heart rate that is rising
And a pulse that hits a height
And skin that is so clammy
That’s so icky wet to touch
To match a stomach churning slowly
Whilst the terror’s taken clutch
So what is it with the world and phobias?
I muse and think with bated breath
But one thing is for certain
Some things scare me half to death!