An ode to the stick,
to the needle that did prick,
the pinky of my toe,
oh so nearly thru the webbing it did go.
Perhaps that makes me a
Ninny Needler,
or a Needled Ninny,
I am not so sure.
It is fine, if you are dying to know,
but there is now a hole underneath my pinky toe.
A size seven DPN!~just so you know.
Darn that stupid bed, that needed to be made that night,
and darn that stupid needle that gave me such a fright.
A needle, I thought, may not be such a welcome sight
night after night.
Oh what a fright
oh what a night,
but not even a tingle of pain,
did make me wain.
For there was none making me fain.
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