'A Boogie On My Finger' Poem by Linda Winchell

I have a Boogie on my finger,
Now how could I've gotten this?

I've tried to get it off my finger,
With a shake, a woosh, a flick!

But this thing keeps hanging on!
It's hanging on like it was glued!

I think I got it from, Uncle John,
That would be something he would do!

I know it didn't come from me,
Because I NEVER pick!
Uncle John is such a Joker,
This could only been one of his tricks!

I'll give it like I got it,
With a hand shake to my friend, named Kyle,
I'll walk right up, put out my hand,
And give him more than, a handshake with a smile!

'HEE, HEE! '