Stanley Cooper - Number 11

My legs were razor thin
When I was six and seven
Those legs below my chin
Resembled number eleven

Those awfully skinny shins
Were teased beyond the pale
Yet despite those silly pins
I managed to prevail

For when the great day came
I joined those city slickers
No more the thin limbed shame
I switched from shorts to knickers

Stanley Cooper

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