No sure how Ralph and Morning Acrostic, poems from last year, got reposted
on poetryetc. I meant to just post the drafty draft of Fingers which I
repost here, without any other poems clinging to it, I hope.
Finger of doom, Son,
Principal Bennetto thunders,
pouncing on me after class
INXSing me on the spot.
Sugary Scotch Fingers snap.
Frozen Fish Fingers don't,
even when thawed.
Fingering the culprit
sounds like a betrayal.
Dave Finger I went to school with,
not the sharpest tool in the box,
Dave repeated form three.
Only obvious rhymes for finger,
linger and, bear with me, malinger.
Maybe the late Inge Clendinning
or sculptor Inge King got finger-rhymed.
Others have hard gs
ginger, hinger.
Or buried gs,
pingers of balls,
singers of tunes,
shearing shed ringers,
Collingwood wingers,
Bill Shorten zingers,
old condoms: dingers.
The thing about fingers,
they point and they clutch,
they shake and they strum.
But where would they be
without anchoring thumbs?
bw
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