I shut my fingers in the door
And I can’t use them any more
They will not bend,
They will not press,
They’re little use to help me dress,
They can’t do buttons, keys or rings…
In fact, they can’t do many things.
I really need the fingers working
Lest it seem that I am shirking.
Pain all through my hand and wrist
My normal happy self is … well…
I’m not quite pleased, it isn’t funny
This is not a happy bunny.