'Ain't ya a feet too short? '
Quoth a bloke in town.
I pray the idea of size to abort
From the doings of men.
What hath the height got
That no theory can compete?
Oft many a men of little size
Hath done quite a thing
But the world pays heed to
Jejune talks of stupidity.
Divorce from such thought
My men! I prithee, kindly do so.
For if The Bard was a feet long
Or a feet short,
What distinction could it stand.
Or even Thumbelina looked as
Beautiful with tiny everything.
What hath it got to do
With greatness or with loss?
Blasphemously so, it is a ghastly
Thought to think that a yard can
Cost so extravagant!
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