I have fingers on my feet… <br />I wiggle them; they are neat. <br /> <br />Look, I can lie on the floor <br />And open a cupboard door. <br /> <br />Grandma says they are my toes. <br />Look, they can reach my little nose. <br /> <br />They are soft and pleasantly pink… <br />Come on, sniff them, do they stink? <br /> <br />I like walking around without shoes. <br />If you ask me to comply, I will refuse.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fingers-on-my-feet/
