An OdeOde To A Smashed Finger
Mashed my finger in a door

Now it is an ugly sore.

Bloated and ghastly it stays

Its been that way for days.

I wish it would stop - Go away!

It does not get any better when put down to lay 

The black color is hideous.

You ask, why do you make such a fuss?

You try and see, if for you it will be

Joy and fun, and all wonderfulness under the sun.