Day #91: Nails!

This form is called the Trimeric and it’s a four stanza poem with refrains and, drum roll please, NO RHYMING.

Hallelujah, people, hallelujah 😀

My Short Nails

I pick I peel I gnaw to the brink

Little nails for substantial hands

Uneven dry dull a nervous wreck

My poor short nails

Little nails for substantial hands

I’d have to use my keys if I wanted to scratch

Or gorilla glue fake ones on top

Uneven dry dull a nervous wreck

A mix of genetics and subconscious ticks

Girls with real long nails must be confident

My poor short nails

They’ll get longer when I’m forty

And it will look a little weird