King Of The Moaning Dwarves!

Was born half a foot,

And grew just a bit.

My mum named me Ralph,

But the others knew not for what it was.

At 5, the Dog ate my left ear,

Mum cried, for why i went near.

But all i did was just walk by,

for the Dog to take me a Rabbit Pie.

Bald by 12, credit my cousin's craze,

for she took me cute,with my hair ablaze.

Clown of my own play,

Rock in my own Clay.


As the heaven took my mum away,

Away i ran the very next day.

If Brutal ruled half my life,
Peace, i forced in the other half.

At 90, when i still breathe,
I am, but 3foot full of Wisdom and Truth

And Joy as much, as my CRIPPLED BODY can hold!