my little girl is 6
and as good a girl as can
be.
we walked back to my place
where two ladies were moving
out of the apartment
next door.
one was a dwarf,
quite squat
with short trunk-like
legs.
"Hank, what's wrong with that
woman?"
I'm sorry, little lady,
that my child didn't know
that there wasn't anything
wrong with you.