3 Fingers
by James Ahlschwede
 
Carl "I've only 3 fingers," 
sighed Bob the cartoon, 
"I've only 3 fingers, 
and that spells my doom, 
Without 4 fingers, 
I'll never be free, 
to do what I want, 
and to have true power, 
with only 3 fingers, 
I can't help, but cower, 

And then spoke up Carl, 
a big cartoon shoe, 
who without a foot, 
had nothing to do, 
"You've got thumbs, 
which is sort of like 4, 
which you really should count, 
if you're keeping score, 
But while I'm at it, 
I've something to say, 
You shouldn't feel bad, 
that you've been drawn that way, 
I don't even have hands, 
and I don't have your style, 
and when I don't have a foot, 
I'm thrown in a pile, 
Why only cartoonists, 
have more fingers than you, 
be happy with who you are, 
at least you're not a shoe." 

Bob thought about this, 
what Carl had to say, 
Could nothing be done, 
was he just drawn that way? 
These thoughts made him sad, 
For he wanted 4, 
And he sat and moped, 
knowing he'd never have more, 
Carl's words eased no pain, 
as you'd think they would do, 
For solace is little, 
when it comes from a shoe. 
 

 Bob
 
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