They stick to my tongue,
They stick to my teeth,
They stick to my voice,
And it’s hard to speak.
They tangle me up,
And make me choke,
I so want to speak
And that’s no joke.
I try and I try,
I push and I push,
But the words all come out
Jumbled and rushed.
I choke on my tongue
And sometimes I spit,
I’m trying a word,
But that is not it.
They’re cheeky and sticky,
They just won’t come out,
But they seem much easier
To speak when I shout.
I’ll catch them one day
When they all run by,
And then on that day
My speaking will fly.
I want you to know
I think just like you,
But my words are all stuck
In my mouth just like glue.
But where is the way
To unstick all these thoughts?
I hope it’s in the
Speech Therapy I bought.
