by Bob Zanger
I’m always wearing hand-me-downs.
I don’t get stuff that’s new.
My mom won’t take me shopping.
I don’t know what to do.
The dresses always fit me fine,
but high heels give me blisters.
It’s not that easy growing up,
a boy with older sisters.


Text © Bob Zanger, reprinted from A Bad Case of the Giggles published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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