Funny thing. I was looking
at my hand, I don’t know why,
but I was. Pretty complex engineering
I would say. Course we humans screw
up everything, not using what we have
to its highest and best use.

There’s little pinkie holding little
rings and primly held at proper
place at proper parties of a proper tea
and we know how important that is.

Next comes the real ring finger.
Well, that’s where we put the
ring that signifies commitment
to the lovey of your life. How’s that
working for you ring finger?
Fifty percent? Kind of like flipping
a coin, huh?

Up one is old tall man, long John.
Everything kinda rotates around him/her.
Course his/her claim to fame is a vulgar, insulting
sign. You coulda been so much more, a
real contenda.

In the lead is the pointer, the leader, shows
you the way, up, down, accuses and can
wiggle a scolding come here. He/She
always lets you know who is numero uno
and has enormous importance in a wet willy

I guess my favorite digit is the good
old opposable thumb. Without that
little baby you really can’t get
the stubborn boogers.