A Girl That Wishes She Was Normal Poem by James McLain

Little-known puppies without any tails.
Do you know any of their names?
Without arm's she is skinny.
Without arms she does hands free cooking
without arm's.

High fives are a mouth full of toes.
Is she looking?
Oven slippers without arms I still kiss her.
Her chili has kick.
She cooks with her feet I like her.
Her middle finger never needs a bandaid.
None of her dogs have long tails.

E-Mail me if you know of someone
who has Tourette syndrome that has said a kind word
to you.