Written for: The Twiglets #164 – “all thumbs”
On one hand
she was all thumbs,
on the other
Hard to find gloves.
When it came to to clearing the table,
he was suddenly all thumbs.
one thumb tip touches
other, right hand in left palm
A young man trying to thumb a ride,
unlucky so far, could not decide
if he should start walking
when up pulled a Sebring
in red. Girl said ‘hop in’, and now she’s his bride.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
This is cute😊
Fast cars and fast women!!
Sometimes I feel like all thumbs emotionally – especially when dealing with relatives who like to only hear themselves…
Fun verses that brightened my morning. Not sure I’d want to be too young again. I’ll have to meditate on that 😉
Thanks, Jules. I am glad I brightened your morning.
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