Fingers the Clown

Fingers the clown
Wasn't exactly aptly named
For of the mentioned fingers
He really didn't have any

He'd lost them in Nam
While juggling grenades
To amuse and confuse
The Viet Cong away

Fingers the clown
He could still juggle
In a strange and wonderful way
He'd slap'em and tap'em
Keeping everything in the air at all costs
He could indeed
Still juggle like a boss

Fingers the clown
Didn't get much work
His stumps made people nervous
They'd avert their eyes and curse
Looking at his awful make up and arms
Not knowing which was worse

Certainly not the kids
They thought what he did was marvelous
It was the parents
Who would rather not be reminded of such things

Then came the day
That Fingers was late for a gig
This rarely happened
So he ran
With one stump on his wig

Around a corner he came
And fell into a garbage truck
Like a pratfall in a show
But it wasn't
Just his bad luck

The truck was compacting
And it took off his legs
Sending him back into therapy
One doctor for his body
Another for his head
But they certainly did him some good
For this is where it all led

If you want a unique experience
Some great juggling and laughs
I'll recommend a great clown for a start
He calls himself Fingers & Toes
And he'll arrive quickly
Look for him down low
On his red wheeled crippled clown cart