A Paranoid Dwarf

A paranoid dwarf A paranoid dwarf Working at a Lagos wharf Does fear his ending up in a fridge By crossing a suspension bridge Offering a picture of a farm’s ridge And doesn’t a dime care That the other workers he does scare Before now not hurt on a single hair Walking the bridge as a pair Soon, everyone is annoyed About dealing with a paranoid In courage plainly void And to make an impact buoyed Now everybody knows This Mister Enough to loudly whisper That not every dwarf Barefacedly acting the rough Is necessarily tough.