My Midget Poem

Since I'm a poet and I read in public, a lot of my friends as me to write poems about them. So far I've only written one poem about a good friend of mine. I love her. She's about 4'7 and I'm one of the only people that she lets call her a midget. I'm sorry if you might be offended by this poem, but all that matters is that she was not.

They may have a smaller body, heart and brain
But they are people too, there one in the same

How can I get a midget? There must be a way
So I went on-line, and bought one off e-bay

I opened the box and guess what popped out
It was my very own midget, I didn’t have a doubt

I took her to the zoo, I bought her balloons from the staff
I put her on my shoulder, so she could see the giraffe

Like in Find Me Guilty she was my lawyer
I was Huck Finn and she was Tom Sawyer

We’d take the 85 Dodge shadow to the streets
Shed yell in her high pitched voice from the seats

She had an unorthodox personality it was hard to label
She had to sit in a boaster seat so she could reach the table

Sometimes people would laugh at her because she was the Size of a pillow
She carried a small sword with her, like Frodo or that guy from Willow

She was short tempered; I’d never maker her mad
She’s short enough that she can head butt you in the nads

One thing you should know, our friendship was legit
I was just happy that I had a friend that was a…little person

One thing I will tell you, before I must depart
I you want a midget friend, craigslist is a good place to start