I woke up this morning,
With an ugly, green fungus on my finger.
I painted them a silly green to disguise my nails.
Everyone asked why my nails were green,
So I told them there was a very legit reason.
I was walking though the woods,
Watching the grass sway in the wind.
I had to stop and eat my delicious trail mix,
‘Cause I was incapable of multi-tasking,
And something caught my eye,
Something rippled on the ground.
It was the fungus.
I touched it, and now it’s on my finger.
Now I don’t want to touch
Scrumptious-looking food.
My stomach doesn’t have the capacity to hold it down.