Thumb...

I love you, my thumb’s nail.
     That sticker didn’t stand a chance.
You peeled up every edge
     Like a non-adhesive dance.
My sister’s splinter thought
     That it was safe, hid deep within,
But you know just the way
     To get under his skin.
You’re usually my right hand guy,
     And always by my side.
Your opposable efficiency
     Has made life quite the ride.
So thank you, thumb upon my hand,
     For everything you’ve done.
I want to thank God everyday
     For giving Man the thumb.