Did I reach the heights with this poem?

Rainman

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Knee high to a grasshopper, that’s how I used to be,
But I’m much taller now that I’ve reached sixty-three,
My family’s genes determined the pace at which I grew
Trouble is they didn’t work until I turned sixty two.

It matters not that I am wee as Scots are apt to say
For I am English, through and through, and wee I do all day.
And that’s because my bladder’s small, incontinent that’s me,
Without warning, clear the way, for the nearest lavatory.

Being small and diuretic is a combination I deplore
Instead of Pinot Grigio, I stick to Pinot More.
Rather than a pint of beer to satisfy my thirst
I sip a little eau-de-vie until I’m fit to burst.

Small is beautiful, so ‘tis said, is a phrase I oft recite
Whenever someone’s being rude to me about my lack of height.
I merely smile, stand up tall, and look them in the knees.
From way down here it’s hard to see the forest for the trees.
 
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