Pinky Poem

Who knew you used a pinky so much? Until it suffers a terrible cut. Deep and hard and to the Bone.. enough that I did howl and moan! How it bled! I can't even describe, but doctors and stitches I cannot abide. So, super glue and wraps is the route I went, having to keep my pinky bent. Easier said than done I'm afraid, for it started to bleed when my guitar I played. I glued it and wrapped it again of course, and went about my way, but it only got worse. Every task! Every action! It brought pain and blood with each motion. It was then I suddenly realized the facts.. We use our Pinkies to the max!