Being short has ups and downs, For life is filled with smiles and frowns.
Chairs and stools are my friends, Without them I would meet my end.
I can't see straight over crowds, All I hear are some voices, loud.
Buying clothes is such a pain, For many don't fit my small frame.
I suppose there are good things, I don't waste cloth, I don't waste string;
I suppose there are good things, I don't waste cloth, I don't waste string; I stay short and I don't grow, So I can keep most of my clothes.
after[word]: Before anyone says anything, yes, I know there are also struggles to being tall. (There are also many more ups to being short.) To be honest, buying clothes isn't too painful. I just wanted it to rhyme, okay? (slant-rhyme)