My aunt calls me “Elizabeth.”
My aunt calls me “Elizabeth.”
My grandma calls me “Liz.”
My sister calls me “Lisa,”
and the baby calls me “Wiz.”
My uncle calls me “Betty,”
while my grandpa calls me “Beth.”
My brother calls me “Dizzy Liz”
or sometimes “Lizard Breath.”
My teacher calls me “Betsy”
and my friends all call me “Bess.”
I find these nicknames more annoying
than you’d ever guess.
I wish that they would call me
by my real name instead.
I simply HATE those nicknames;
see, my real name is Fred.
— Kenn Nesbitt
