If I Were 2 Centimeters Tall

A Poem

If I were 2 centimeters tall,

Floss would be a hang-man’s noose

A drop of nectar, a cup of juice.

A way to keep my hair in place:

Tie it up with string & lace.

If I were 2 centimeters tall,

I would roam the grass, the green, the ground

 And see all there was to be saw’d and found.

At any stage, at any price

I would take my revenge on all the rice

That ever caused me to gag and splutter

‘Ma, I don’t like this, I’d rather eat butter.’

If I were 2 centimeters tall,

I’d live with ants and spiders and fleas

And hide all day from the birds & bees

Out for a snack, a drink, a meal.

I would sit and beg and bark and steal

Until they gave me what I wanted:

A life of luxury for the haunted.