Danny was a hard kid to get to know. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a friendly as any other eight year old. It was more that he was wary around others and what they might say.
You see, Danny had metrophobia and the mere hint of a rhyme would create such a high level of anxiety for him that he would feel his belly twist into knots, and then he would crouch in a corner.
While most kids enjoyed Green Eggs and Ham, Danny had to content himself with giant peaches. One day his friend Karen made a Freudian slip in which she inadvertently rhymed, but then made matters worse by saying, “I’m a poet and din’t even know it.” Poor Danny’s whole body shook and he slipped into shock.
Tonight would be different, however. Danny was going to Prosaic ’20, for a reading of all things ‘prosey.’ The theatre was going to be a poetry free zone, and he was going to read his own composition – “The Wonderful Thing About Orange.”
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