This one's for you, LP!

Well as some of you may have been aware (and that was probably because I told you), Monday, the 25th, was the one-year anniversary of my becoming 9-fingered. I thought it might be nice to celebrate the 21 years I spent with my left pinky, as well as the fact that I’ve managed to keep my other nine fingers still intact for a whole another year. So, in the spirit of festivities, I wrote a short poem I’d like to share with you…

Ode to Pinky

Many have told me
I shouldn’t have let you go
Instead put you in the freezer
Or wear you ‘round for show

But I couldn’t have done that, Pinky
For it wouldn’t have been fair
It makes me happy to think of you
Living it up out there, somewhere

Oh, we had some good times
There’s no denying that
Like drawing Thanksgiving turkeys
And you in that funny black olive hat

I’ll always cherish those memories together
But it’s important to move on
Life’s too short to spend it sulking in what was there and now is gone

You know how the saying goes
All good things must come to end
I’m just glad it was you alone
And you didn’t take with you any friends

Don’t worry about me, Pinky
I’m getting along just fine
I mean how can I complain
When I may’ve lost you, but I’ve still got nine!

The End!