Agoraphobia

Agoraphobia


I cannot go near my front door...
it might mean a surprise is in store.
I might have to speak to people one day -
and golly gosh, I won't know what to say.
You see last December I went to a gathering
of strangers who wanted my blathering.
I didn't stay long, I just wanted to go home.
It has rarely been like me to idly roam.
I had the light, I crossed the street,
when a gigantic water truck did I meet.
He said he never saw me, squished me to the curb,
his truck ate my scooter's front wheel - absurd!
He was in the wrong and to the hospital they took me.
Now they gave me lovely money, which I spent,
while sitting at my computer, quite content.
But since that day I stay inside...agoraphobia