The world is filled with short people, <br />who forget there are tall people like me. <br />For when they build a door of six foot, <br />they forget all about the poor old persons, <br />who are only a short six foot three. <br />To get in and out I have to duck, <br />or get a lump on my forehead, <br />seeing stars in the process, <br />while I am picking myself off the floor. <br />It is either that or its down on my hands and knees, <br />to crawl in and out the door. <br />Oh, now that may sound funny I agree. <br />However, it is not so funny if you are a short tall person like me. <br />So to all those short builder out there, <br />remember when you measure seven foot, <br />that your tape measure is not a foot off the floor. <br />I went to a fortune teller, <br />to have the bumps on my head read. <br />She said, “Avoid low doors, <br />as there are too many bumps there to be read.” <br />So all you short builders take note of what I said. <br />Raise the top of the door, <br />so I can stop bumping my head.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-for-tall-people-fun-poem-11/
