Hello - I'm new here and just a bit nervous. But here goes.
Some while ago, just before Christmastime, I broke my little finger, left hand. This gave rise to the following parodic sonnet. (The 'Z' in line 2 is, of course, the English 'Zed'.)
Sonnet: To my Little Finger
How do I need thee? Let me count the ways:
I need thee for the Q, the A, the Z,
And have to seek for other words instead
To type about Art's Quaquaversal Maze.
I need thee for arpeggios and scales.
When sipping china tea from china cup
I need thee pointing, delicately, up.
I need thee when my calculator fails.
And when at last the Festive Feast is o'er,
The lack of thee then shall I most bemoan -
Sans thee, how may I pull that chevron bone
To wish that life return to thee once more?
So many ways I need thee, yet I see -
To count them all I cannot count on thee.
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