Little Tiny Timothy

Little Tiny Timothy Was less than five feet tall Not much chance of growing His Dad was also small! For quite a little while then He felt he didn't fit in Things were geared for bigger boys He was also very thin! Love to play a contact sport Bigger boys would laugh At this little guy's bold request That he would even ask! But Little Tiny Timothy Didn't let it beat him down Went on to more important things As mayor of his own hometown! Your bigness doesn't matter It's what's inside that counts So take heart all you little people All obstacles you can surmount! © Jack Ellison 2015
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Breidenthal Avatar
July 15, 2015 at 2:12 PM
Awwww,I love the message of this poem! It reads so smoothly and is a great delight! Awesome one Jack! Always, Laura
Smith Avatar
June 29, 2015 at 3:29 PM
Wait...I'm not that little....There is more than one Timothy? Oh I got it....you got it right the guts is wuts important
Ellison Avatar
June 30, 2015 at 7:31 AM
ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!
Eastman Avatar
June 29, 2015 at 12:01 PM
Dad was 5'4". Mom 5'3". Me 5'2". Didn't stop a thing. Seems John is off and running for the summer. We'll miss him. We had 9.45" rain in May. Twice our normal, and record rain in June (don't know how much yet). It poured all night. A grown racoon came to our patio after being flooded out of his home. He was wet and miserable. Tried to eat some bird seed. Then climbed a tree and took a wet uncomfortable sleep. He was gone this morning. Poor guy. Haven't ever seen a raccoon this far inland before.
Ellison Avatar
June 30, 2015 at 7:30 AM
Holy crap... your dad was 5'4"! Just goes to show you, it's not the size of a man that's important, it's the size of his heart! WOW!!! Love, Jack xxx
Eastman Avatar
June 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM
Thank goodness the raccoon was gone before Dragon woke up. He would have adopted him.
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