John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

A Retort - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Finger complained of the Toe,
And said it was idle and slow;
But it answered in scorn,
'On each foot I grow corn;
What on hand are you able to show?'

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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