Number 11 Poem by Stanley Cooper
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
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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5/3/2024 5:10:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
most of us have had skinny legs when young, well written poem.