The Grass, a Blade and my Finger

The Grass, a blade and my Finger


The grass was high outside the window
Already it touched the top of the sill
It itched everyone's feet and hands
Made us scratched and scratched all until

Daddy lost it and drove to the store
The one about three blocks from our house
Where he bought a blade so sharp and thin
That poor mom shivered like a mouse

Within an hour all the grass was gone
The place was now clean and ahh so grand
Was the feeling of not having to itch
Not having to scratch your feet or hand


There it was just three feet away
The blade that ate all this grass
And right in the shade of a tree
she was, the cutest girl in class

A fool I was to try to impress
such a good and fine-looking lass
For yes the blade I did pick up
To try and cut whatever remaining grass

Chop chop chop went the blade
Cutting the little grass as if it was sand
But of course, a huge stone it hit
Then bounced and took half my pinkie
     from  my hand


I hollered as I dropped the blade
She heard and ran over while dad came
like a bottle of red wine that got popped
my blood sprayed, leaving me in pain

And to the doctor, I was taken
My finger was fixed as I wept
To this day I'll always remember
what a fool I was to now have five fingers
on my right but only four and a half on my left