Diamonds are for ...my toes.

Mavala Pure Diamond

• Yes, they're toes
• Toes are not hideous
• Toes are lovely
• Hope I don't have to put them away again too soon
• Please read the poem and note that the toes have the last word!
  

  An Exchange between the Fingers and the Toes

  By John Fuller
  Fingers:

  Cramped, you are hardly anything but fidgets.   

  We, active, differentiate the digits:

  Whilst you are merely little toe and big

  (Or, in the nursery, some futile pig)

  Through vital use as pincers there has come   

  Distinction of the finger and the thumb;

  Lacking a knuckle you have sadly missed   

  Our meaningful translation to a fist;

  And only by the curling of that joint

  Could the firm index come to have a point.   

  You cannot punch or demonstrate or hold   

  And therefore cannot write or pluck or mould:   

  Indeed, it seems deficiency in art

  Alone would prove you the inferior part.

  
  

  Toes:

  Not so, my friends. Our clumsy innocence   

  And your deft sin is the main difference   

  Between the body’s near extremities.

  Please do not think that we intend to please:   

  Shut in the dark, we once were free like you.   

  Though you enslaved us, are you not slaves, too?   

  Our early balance caused your later guilt,   

  Erect, of finding out how we were built.   

  Your murders and discoveries compile   

  A history of the crime of being agile,

  And we it is who save you when you fight   

  Against the odds: you cannot take to flight.   

  Despite your fabrications and your cunning,   

  The deepest instinct is expressed in running.

  
  

Jenni
Dear innocent little toes who never did anyone any harm!