“When will I stop growing?”
A giant asked his mummy
“I’ve grown at a rate
Of one meter a day
Ever since I left your tummy”

“That’s 7 meters every week
Or 365 a year
Times twelve because it’s
My birthday soon
Which makes 4380 meters – quite clear”

“I hope that I stop growing”
The giant he did sigh
As he pulled a bird
Out of his ear
And a plane out of his thigh.

When Will I Stop Growing? - A short funny poem about a neverending growth spurt.