Relative Inconveniences

That thing they say is extra small
Does absolutely not at all

Possess a quality called size
When by itself, you realize

The thing depends on something large
Like a tractor or a barge

To juxtapose it side by side
Because without it, it will hide

From you this metric we call small
There's no such quality at all

That by itself can surely say
If a thing's petite or way

Too fat to fit in these old jeans
(The pants are small is what that means)

If you find a thing so wee
You need a glass to even see

And nothing's to be found that's smaller
I'd like to know, give me a holler

(Best when read in the gravely voice of William S. Burroughs while pretending it is illustrated by Dr. Seuss.)