Appreciation of One's Self
There once was a boy
Who was quite short
He wasn’t tall enough
To play any sport
His classmates all laughed
Never gave him a chance
Didn’t talk or smile
Not even a glance
His dream was to be
Doubled in size
Or maybe even taller
So all were like flies
That night he prayed
His dream would be real
To be so tall
His peers would all squeal
When he awoke
The very next morning
He stood up and broke
The ceiling without warning
He was ecstatic
To be so tall
The boy didn’t realize
It might be his downfall
When he left for school
The bus was too small
The only way on
The bus was to crawl
The kids all laughed
They called him names
He wanted to go back
Tired of these games
All of the sudden
To the boy’s delight
His alarm clock sounded
And everything was alright.
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