The Tuesday Afternoon Toenail
Written: July 6, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Jami Patterson
The Tuesday Afternoon Toenail
The toenail lay upon the floor,
it shimmered like a gossamer boar.
Oh, keratin crescent of beige-ish hue,
I cherish you deeper than a canoe.
Your edges poke like a cactus stew,
my soul is trembling, woo-woo-woo-woo.
The clipper is missing, my courage is gone,
I will guard this toenail until the dawn.
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