I have a question I would ask of all.
How do you deal with a girl too tall?
She always looks down and I up in stare,
We're only equal when we sit in a chair.
It's fine when we eat and I, in a seat.
We talk and we laugh, it's really a treat.
The bad part comes when we stand up straight,
That's the part gets me and I really hate.
But it's not that bad I must confess,
For there are times when we both undress.
And lying in bed just nullifies all,
Forget about tall, I thank God I am small.
On second thought, forget your suggestions,
Thinking on it, I withdraw the question.