It wasn’t easy being a fat kid,
chubby my parents liked to call it,
but we both know I was fat.
And both Jewish and short
for good measure, and I wasn’t
physically adept at any sport,
so, yes, I was an easy target
and several kids couldn’t
pass that opportunity by.
But I imagined I was David
and all of the Goliaths fell
at my feet, I was the
Jewish warrior who could
take on any challenge.
That was fine until I realized
from my sad attempts
in Little League that I
would never have the arm
to make a slingshot useful.