Short Girl
By Creed Bratton
Ooh, mama, with your tiny little legs
You’re like a dachsund
In human form
And that makes you okay
In my book
I want to throw you up into the air
Like a ball of shortness
And catch you when you fall down
And put you into my jacket pocket
That I have lined with pillows and string cheese
Yeah, mama, you’re small and nice
In those little lady clothes
That you wear so well
You could be a minus-sized fashion model
And that’s the truth
Short girl
You make my day
1 comment:
Cute blog! I am still learning how to do this blogging thing. Thanks for the comments on mine. How are things going?
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