My Little Extra

this poem is about my stepson's exta appendage

I'm a special little boy,
as special as can be,
'cause I have something extra
that I want you to see.

I hide it in my right shoe.
It's underneath my sock.
Please try not to be alarmed
because it's not a rock.

Can you try to count my toes?
Go and take a minute.
Did you really count them all?
Did you really find it?

Yep, I have an extra toe,
and it is really mine.
I am very proud of it,
I think it's really fine!

That is what makes me special.
That is what makes me neat.
It makes me feel that I have
some very special feet!