The Mighty Midget has a shot.
My father came to the door,
I hadn’t seen him in forty years
Because I am a midget
And he was ashamed,
so he told me
He was going to teach me
how to drink.
We went to a bar,
my first time,
and he bought me a whiskey
and I drank it…
All of a sudden
I am not a midget anymore.
I went from 4′ 2″ to six feet tall
in an instant.
My dad will be back soon
with more whiskey.
I hope I don’t get bigger.
Now everybody wants to know
which kind of whiskey I like.
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