Author Edward Lear There was an old man who said — " Hum! I am always a-spraining my Thumb." When they said " Tell us how?" He made them a bow, — And said, " I've no jints in my Thumb!" Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments