Life Is Short

Life is short, and so am I
My parents are tall
So I don’t know why

Could there be something
I haven’t been told? 
Some sort of secret
As yet to unfold?

Each shelf I can’t reach 
Just makes me madder
When cooking I carry 
A portable ladder

I can’t even see 
The top of your head
But have to speak into 
Your navel instead

While I still can’t fit into
A car’s glove compartment
I save money on clothes
From the children’s department

What I wouldn’t give
for the pleasant surprise
of an inch or two more
to add to my size

Hey, I didn’t mean width!

Some fairy godmother you turned out to be.

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