A.M.T Uriam

Rookie (2nd November,1995. / Tarawa, Kiribati)

The Finger Family - Poem by A.M.T Uriam

My family is like ten fingers on two hands.
The hands are the parents
and the fingers are the children.
The eldest is big and fat,
the second is slim and pretty;
the third is the charming one
and the fourth can't live without his guitar.
The fifth's crazy about her figure
and the sixth hates old fashioned stuff.
The seventh's the shy one
but the eighth's totally her opposite.
The ninth and tenth are always playing together,
whenever, wherever and with whatever they like.
A family of twelve is enough for me.
What more could I ask for?
eleven fingers?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 13, 2010


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