Ode to my poor Broken Thumb

ode to the opposable thumb

oh thumb, sweet opposable thumb.
How I miss thy sweet bendyness.
Your ability to tell the ones I love they have done a good job.
Your skill in fetching me a ride to Vegas, California, or Reno.
I have taken you for granted darling thumb of flexington.
I miss the way you pinch and grip.
Thingys, do-hickeys, and whatcha-ma-call-its slip from my grasp.
As a child I sucked you
As a teen I twiddled you
As an adult I twiddle you some more.

Your presence has brought me status in the animal kingdom.
With out you I am nothing more than a raccoon, moose, or fish.
Must I now riffle through the trash, swim in my own excrement, or do what ever mooses do day to day.
Oh thumb, if I had only know the drum of bongo would be your downfall.
Alas I would not have have hit it so hard.
OH THUMB SWEET OPPOSABLE THUMB
I.....

Amelia, give me a break it’s not like you cut it off.

I hurts Jus. I hurts to the depths of my soul.

Oh please... You are being a drama queen,you are "Nothing more than a moose?" Moose don ‘t even have hands.

They feel my pain, Jus. You have heard their mournful cries. They weep bitterly for their inability to zip their trousers.

You are horrible!

Poor mooses!

This is terrible.

Poor depressed naked Mooses!