Grown Out Of

My trousers are tight.
They just won’t fit.

And my jumper?
I’ve grown out of it.

My shirt’s too short.
It just won’t do.

There are holes in my socks
where my toes peep through.

So it’s lucky I don’t
grow out of my skin.

‘Cos then there’d be nothing
to put me in.

Copyright: from Plum (Barn Owl Books 1998), © Tony Mitton 1998, used by permission of David Higham Associates Ltd on behalf of the author

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