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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  • sheilanewton on Jan 8, 2012

    What a wild imagination. What fantastic poetry. Good on you, Terry.

  • Wrath Warbone on Jan 8, 2012

    Thanks, sheilanewton. I have to read some more of your great articles today.

  • Yvhes P. on Jan 10, 2012

    very nice! thanks for sharing =)

  • Wrath Warbone on Jan 10, 2012

    Thanks for reading this, Yvhes P.

  • FX777222999 on Jan 11, 2012

    Good poem with a twist.

  • Wrath Warbone on Jan 11, 2012

    Thanks, FX777222999!

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