My ToeNail Got Stuck in the Door Lock

Today is number 24 of my 30-day quest to pen a poem a day in recognition of April poetry month for 2013. With only six days remaining, I am well on my way to completing my goal!

Today’s humorous poem delves into toenail cutting, or a lack thereof... After all... What toenail would subject itself to a clipping if it could find a way to escape the trimming...?

So without further ado, I give you the poem...

My ToeNail Got Stuck in the Door Lock

Toenails... Gotta cut 'em

Or face winding up like this...

I had not cut my toenails

Seems like for about a year

'Cause every time I grabbed clippers

My toes cried out in fear

Until the day, I formed a scheme—

Hid clippers in my socks

Held them near my cold bare feet

Sneakily like a fox

My plan was to clip the nails

While my toes were not be looking

I wanted them to think we’d run

Downstairs to eat Mom’s cooking

Pretending to slip on a sock

One nail saw clippers shining

Then kicked them 'cross the room toward

The door where Dad was dining

But not before they squeezed real hard

Against a big toenail

Clipping it clean off my left toe

That screamed like no tomorrow

Startling me yet again—once more

Forbidding me to groom—what a chore

Still none of that bore importance for—

Nail had flown into the door

That is… Nail had flown into the door—

But—not exactly the flat door

‘Twas more like in the door lock hole

Yes—My toenail got stuck in the door lock!

Written by R. Renée Bembry

© April 24, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this silly humorous poem about toenail clipping.

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