A Cure for a Stammer edit 0.1keith,tiger

[Tiger the Lion]

I thuh-thuh thought that I would sleep, but no.
I muh-muh must have been awake all night.
I'm sure I'm happy  nuh-nuh now but know
that wuh-wuh what I done just wasn't right.

I nuh-nuh know what people think of me.
For fuh-fuck's sake try walkin' in my shoes.
I hated kids way buh-buh back but we
were all kids then,  though that ain't no excuse.

The guh-guh girls, I saw them look  away:
and  from  behind their ears went up, a sign
that they were pullin' faces so I'd say
fuh-fuh fuck you bitch, and  lose face every time.

Except just once, her name was Clementine.
She had a kinda tick that made her twitch.
The other girls would ask  her for the time
then luh-luh laugh n' call her Wind-up Witch.

We tuh-tuh talked most evenin's walkin' back.
She tuh-tuh twitched, I stammered, but  we grinned.
The other kids would gather like a pack
and chant our names like we had somehow sinned.

One day I kissed her rough on thuh-the mouth.
I guess I thought I loved her...but she cried.
She ruh-ruh ran away back to her house
and told her puh-puh pah.Shit, how she lied.

And thuh-thuh that was when I up't an' went;
I luh-luh left a note for Wind-Up Witch.
The cops let loose the dogs, they got my scent,
and fuh-fuh found me hidin' in a ditch.

I never got the chance to tell my side.
I tried buh-but the words just wouldn't come.
The judge, she said that all along I'd lied;
that I'd turn out to be a no good bum.

She told me just one chance was all I'd get;
three months  in cuh-correction was my due.
Inside, I got the dirt from guys I met;
when I got out...I knew what I must do.

So here I stand with smokin' gun in hand.
They laughed at me but they're not laughing now.
I guess that now, at last, they understand.
My stammer's gone.Listen...listen...wow!
1tectak2016

Yes to all you say. This poem is a pretender. I wanted to show how the stress increased the stuttering but started to enjoy myself instead It SHOULD be in fun. If anyone wants to muh muh move it that's fine   by me.
Glad you got to the end. I know the stutter is a meter device but I hope you know I can do it without
Best,
Tom

Good egg. 

Your skills with meter were never in question. IMO your blank verse pieces (where meter matters most) demonstrate it remarkably. In this case you were holding a bunch of wildcards you didn't need. 
I still think this is a workable idea. Had this been posted by someone whose writing I was less familiar with, I likely would have pointed out all that I liked rather than the one thing I didn't. But that would have been useless.
Paul