I’d like to grow

until I’m ten feet high.

Not grow wide,

stretching from side to side

Like a skyscraper,

Built to reach the stars. 

Not like a farmhouse,

Face red, Beef marked.

To Grow like a mountain,

The pinnacle of tall.

 Not be like a molehill,

Insignificant and small.

To be like a tower, 

Strength personified.

Not like the hut,

Death by pizza, suicide.

Just like spaghetti

I wish my spine could stretch. 

Instead of my pants,

No belt buckles to fetch.

I’m vertically challenged

In case you haven’t heard.

But don’t call me fat.

Supersized is my word.