On Her Shortness

short-person

In stores the things I need are all up high
Where I can see but I can never touch.
It makes me want to crawl away and die
Or weep and wail and scream and yell and such.

Tall boys look down at me in cold disdain;
From tall girls’ clubs I’ll forever be barred.
At basketball shortness can never reign
At center or at point or even guard.

At ballgames and parades I hear the band
But never get to see a majorette.
Upon ladder legs I would love to stand
And all my troubles I could then forget.

If this verse seems to have an insincere ring
It’s ‘cause shortness is really ­no big thing.

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