I prayed the Lord my height to increase
a head taller I stood above my peers by morn.
I stood tall, my glory and flaws a public showpiece,
a head bent, I sought solace from dreams and dreads that had me torn.
I prayed the Lord my gait to straighten,
soon I took aristocratic steps on the streets of my youth.
I smiled in pride, they swore vehemently shattering my haven,
sober and dismayed, I sought solace from green eyed sleuths.
The Lord answered
Alas it came as a DIY package; His part was to deliver the package with clear instructions and a helpline to assist, my part is to assemble the structure.