Number 11
My legs were razor thin
When I was six and seven
Those legs below my chin
Resembled number eleven
Those awfully skinny shins
Were teased beyond the pale
Yet despite those silly pins
I managed to prevail
For when the great day came
I joined those city slickers
No more the thin limbed shame
I switched from shorts to knickers
by Stan Cooper...1/18/01 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 20:17
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