Not That Finger
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Pardon me, yes you right there
upon the curb you linger
I wonder if you wouldn’t mind
to share with me a finger
For this you see, the strangest place
there is a spot that’s itching
I’ve tried to reach, with no success,
my shoulder blade is twitching
I used a tree, a street light post,
a wall with cedar thatching
A picket fence, a garden rake,
but none were good at scratching
So if you would, please help me out,
into my back start ripping
Hey that’s not nice, your finger choice
at me, you now are flipping
Started 10/11/19
Finished 10/15/19
Written for the: Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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