A Short Man Is Their Champ
In their famous Mac Donald’s Camp
A short man is their all-time champ:
Smart Coleman: holder of camp’s lamp,
Rivals’ once-dry armpits stay damp
While legs after their fights cramp:
Smart as their champ ‘official stamp!’
To everyone looks a tramp
But face him your hand a stump.
He’s had to one smack on seized rump:
Like the keys of a piano thump
And a challenger cause to slump…
One’s heart brave, if it didn’t jump
Or could still normal blood pump…
Quite hurting for who’s like a chimp
And often walking with a limp!
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