So bad, and sad, a problem that was mine,
Bad as a touch of poison ivy vine

When, as an infant child, I began speaking
My talk was different from most other tots
The consonants and vowels were stiffly peaking
I stam..mered lots...

My words bounced like hard snowballs in December
Lips moved like starched, and tongue was tied in knots
Embarrassing in school, that first September,
To stam..mer lots...
Stammer lots..stammer lots..

Self conscious me, I felt bizarre
When I stammered lots, stammered lots,
I wanted to run far..

I prayed each day for four-o-clock to happen
Was so relieved when that big hand drew near
Inferiority,
Had it's tight grip on me
Just wanted to go back home and disappear
Not stam..mer lots..

Stammer lots, stammer lots
Between each word, a painful pause
When you stammer lots, stammer lots
Hard to get through a clause..

I fin'lly overcame this bad condition
Put pebbles in my mouth, and words came clear
But I did not suspect,
One minor side effect;
My stuttering stopped, but choked to death last year..
(No more) stam..mer lots..

(from my.. grave...plots..)