I was browsing around for a gadget
For trimming my long finger-nails
I bought one from someone on ebay
It arrived next day in the mail
I turned it up to it’s high-est speed
(My nails were all pretty rough)
I noticed my skin had started to bleed
And then heavens! my thumb, it flew off!
I phoned the man who had sold it
(Holding the phone in my bandaged paw)
I got this rec-orded message
So I think it had happened before...
“One should not put ones fingers
Into this mechani-cal device
But if medical problems should linger
kindly seek med-i-cal advice”
My fingers aren’t looking quite as they should
To be truthful they’re looking quite vile
I’ve now decided that in future I would
Just use a stand-ard nail-file
copyright Victoria George
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