Sky High Shorts

Yeah… Eric and Bryan… Two people.

One problem. NO HEIGHT.

Eric and Bryan, we know they’re short,

Shortest kids in the whole cohort.

Every time they step on the court,

They need a little bit of support.

They say that they play some sport,

But they’re so short they need a car for transport.

No, you can’t borrow my height,

Tomorrow you get flown by the kite.

Both so small and both so light,

Gentle breeze got you outta sight.

Eric’s forehead bigger than his dreams,

Bro needs a whole new measuring scheme.

Forehead so massive, blocking the sun,

By the time he gets outside,

the daylight’s done.

Basketball player? Bro, please explain,

How you miss the hoop from that close-range?

Ball in your hands,

confidence high, Shot hits the backboard and says goodbye.

Eric walks in like he runs the place,

But his forehead arrived

five seconds before his face.

Bro got a five-head?

Nah, that’s expansion,

NASA saw that forehead and cancelled the launch mission.

Bryan Chatarat, where you at?

Look down—my bad, I thought you were a mat.

Bro’s so short, when he stands in a crowd,

The people in the back are still looking down.

Bryan says, “I’m tall!” — that's a bold claim,

Bro measures his height using a video game.

Steps onto the court,

trying to look elite,

Ref needs binoculars just

to see his feet.

Bro’s so small, the shadows lose track,

Put him next to Eric—still looking like a backpack.

Two little legends trying to reach the sky,

Someone get the step stool before they

walk

by.

The wind kicks up and you’re holding on tight,

Screaming at a pigeon like it’s a fair fight.

Stepping on a Lego like it’s skyscraper height,

Don’t worry, little buddies—you’ll be home before night.

A gust hits once—BYE BYE,

FLIGHT! Eric grabs Bryan like,

“BRO, HOLD ON TIGHT!” Pigeon looks down like,

“Are you guys alright?” Even the kite said,

“I’M TAKING THESE GUYS TONIGHT.”

Eric

and Bryan, shortest on

the court,

Need a booster seat just for extra support.

Talk about

sports

but they’re barely in frame,

Height went missing—who’s taking

the blame? Forehead, basketball,

kite in the sky,

Two tiny legends getting carried by the wind as it flies.

Eric and Bryan, remember

tonight— DON’T LOOK UP… THE KITE’S OUT OF

SIGHT. Eric…

Bryan… If you’re looking for yourselves…

Check the

ground.