Fingerprint Failure

Applying for teacher certification I caused one technician much consternation My fingerprints had simply not registered Again and again the test he administered “Guess you could have had a career in crime,” He retorted reapplying ink grime He said this had never happened before But the results he surely couldn’t ignore He sent me to an experienced tester Who made many cracks, joked like a jester He claimed my blank prints were quite unique Turned over my hands just to take a peek The delicate lines could scarcely be seen And the fingers themselves were awfully lean “What work do you do?” he asked with a scowl As he removed the ink with a towel “I now type 82 words per minute, Most of my life I’ve been immersed in it" My helpless fingers were worn to the bone And my tester let out a mournful groan Apparently pounding on my keyboard Had produced an undesired reward Faint thumbprints revealed no criminal record And I won an overachiever award Typing is essential to the work I do Next time they need prints, I’ll remove my shoes ** True story for the Finger Frenzy contest