Out of the Picture
Whose thumb is that I think I know.
His face is not depicted though;
The shot he took is sharp and clear.
In Photoshop, the thumb will go.
Photographers harrumph and sneer
But once it's made to disappear
The thumb exposed there by mistake
Won't make the photograph less dear.
It's mine, okay? For heaven's sake,
I did not want the lens to shake
And so I used my hand to keep
It still, then felt my tight grip break.
The shot is lovely. Take a peep.
Ignore my thumb, and do not weep,
For I can crop this in my sleep,
For I can crop this in my sleep.
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