Day 117: Fingernails

Clipped my daughter's fingernails tonight, and decided to see if I could come up with a poem using that word. What can I say? I like a challenge.

Fingernails
By Batsheva 3/28/10

Madolyn Scales
Had no fingernails
She simply was born
Without them
But she didn't whine
She thought it was fine
She said,
"I don't care about them.
I have nothing to clip,
Buff, file, or snip,
And forget about paint.
That smell makes me faint.
I'm glad I was born
Without them."

Yes, Madolyn Scales
Liked not having nails
Until one day
When she was quite nervous
She discovered that nails
Despite their details
Provided a most useful service
For when Madolyn Scales
Found herself in a fright
She learned that she lacked
Something easy to bite
Once three of her fingers
Had started to bleed
She realized that nails
Might be something she'd need

So Madolyn Scales
Went to a salon
Bought a full set of nails
But did not put them on
Instead she just kept them
Safe in her pocket
Three in her purse
And one in a locket
So that when she was worried
And needed to chew
She could bite on her nails
Just like me or you.