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
Beautiful. Everyone of the fingers has role to play
Thanks Kingsley for your kind remarks.