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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
most of us have had skinny legs when young, well written poem.