I visited insomniacs anonymous
But fell asleep during roll call
I thought I had "short-man" syndrome
But found I was too tall
I asked a bird to sing me a song
The feathered fiend tweeted my request
It said it disliked my flat feet
But loved my #pigeonchest
I took the low road to the high street
But missed the busker with spoons
I then found a fork in the road
Dropped by cutlery-selling goons
These words are getting sillier
But one must keep on smiling
Poets anonymous have stopped taking my calls
But it'll never stop me dialing
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