Mini Me

There was a Mini Me
Just as tiny as could be
Who loved to sing and dance and entertain

One day the Mini Me
Couldn’t find an ounce of glee
And she wept, because she never would complain

That’s when the Mini Me
Understood she wasn’t free
And she worried that one day she’d go insane

And so, the Mini Me,
Resolved to find the key,
Buckled down and began to use her brain

And when the Mini Me
Realized she should just be
She promised to never settle or refrain

Then lo, the Mini Me
Underwent a growing spree
And was never known as Mini Me again

Tori Burris Inkley
4/10/26

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