The Height Of Fashion
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Lanky beanpole
Long streak of…freak
He hears this, and more
Each and every week
What’s the weather like up there?
Broken only by requests for items from the top shelf*
Made by grateful old dears
Been sleeping on the rack again?
Can you sit down please, I can’t see
Oh you are sitting down
It’s like being behind a tree
He’s tall – its true, get over it
It really is shortsighted
Every comment ever made about Crouch
Is swayed to diss the heighted
Instead of talking feet and inches
Throwing insults, or taking the mick
Instead of saying ‘the tall, lanky lad’
Let’s say ‘the one who scored the hat-trick’
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