My Fingers Are My Friends Poem by Spock the Vegan
My Fingers Are My Friends
My tiny pinkie fingers
Are small but they do linger.
Their usefulness don't discount,
They helped me to learn to count.
Pointing finger is bigger,
And it can pull a trigger.
Now I have a cause to sing,
Second finger wears a ring.
The thumb can grip with the four;
With pencil I write some more.
Middle finger sets me free,
It always stands up for me!
Don't let that last-mentioned finger stand up for you too often! I lost a few fingers years ago, so I had to train a different finger to be my trigger finger!
Yes, you have to be wise about when you use it (and the trigger finger too) . With the loss, I hope you haven't lost count.: -)
First time I've ever read you. A very cute poem! Good job accounting for all 5 fingers, in poetic style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 3:44:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful. Everyone of the fingers has role to play
Thanks Kingsley for your kind remarks.