The Giraffe

The poor giraffe was so tall,
It kept knocking its head on the wall,
It is a problem to be standing so high,
With most others reaching below your thigh,
Everyone asking you how is the weather,
Most your friends are birds of a feather,
Your legs are so long and a little clumsy,
Every move makes you sound a little wheezy,
A giraffe, cannot be compared, to a goat,
Especially when the giraffe has a sore throat.
xox
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