Paws

I just wrote this poem on a whim, and I thought it was funny:

Paws

It’s not my fault I was born without thumbs.

You see, it’s a simple genetic difference between you and I.

It has to do with chromosomes and genes and enzymes and such.

Anyway, the whole thing is really quite complicated,

But all I know is I can’t unwrap cheese.

And you can.

So toss some of that down here.

And I would be delighted.

My dog is wonderful inspiration.