I Ignored Wearing My Gloves
I Didn’t Wear My Gloves By Mary J Williams © No gloves on my hands Digging up weeds Where are they you ask Put them on, you should plead Will I ignore you Probably so I’m digging and weeding And I’m on a roll Don’t want to stop If I do, I might quit Pulled so many weeds My hands are full of grit What’s that there On my left index finger Oops looks like a skin tear I’m not going to whimper Just a little tear No blood do I see I continue on Before it’s over there may be three Have rinsed off my hands With the spray on the hose Cleaning out the fingernails Until no more dirt shows Those gloves were laying Not twelve feet away Sorry, too far to walk Is all I can say Not really, not far But hands already a mess Putting on gloves now Wouldn’t make any sense ...