Heavy tongue hardly speaks heavily
Only a light tongue speaks heavily
Heavy tongue hardly talks a dozen
And seven to the dozen
Heavy tongue turns taciturn
To speak at his turn
Heavy tongue hates to speak
In a round table of talk; he loves to sneak
Heavy tongue is bad at talking good
Sputtering as he says l-l-l-i-i-f-e is g-g-o-o-d
He talks; they taunt and make him a clown
Without a reward of a crown
I saw shortly before I was conceived, at midnight The stuttering gene of my gem dad, colluding
With fate
To give me heavy tongue. No life in me to avert this No faith
My mum played with my dad
And played second fiddle
Her gene was recessive
So she was aggressive
To see her penultimate child
Talking like his father
She saw the handiwork of heredity
To silence a celebrity
Then in my lifeless state, I echoed
Who can silence a celebrity with dexterit?
Who can silence a minister and minstrel?
Who can silence a bard who is not bad?
Like my pater and his father
My tongue is heavy and cannot talk farther
Then I screamed further
"I am a celebrity with poetic dexterity"
"I am a minister and a minstrel"
"I am a very good bard; am not bad"
I cannot communicate fluently
No, I can communicate fluently
in black and white; writing is the right thing
I can communicate in lyrics and limericks
All eyes, me, they shall see in limelight
My weakness is also my strength
Mum had birth and deaths
Ten births and two deaths
None of siblings stammers
So why is it only me that stammers?
Only God knows in His tower
'Cos it's beyond my power
I remain 
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