Both my hands have been there for me all my life

Putting food in my mouth using fork and knife

Any job given to them they found easy to handle

Lifting a heavy weight or lighting delicate candle

Any job needed requiring my hands I only had to ask

Each of my hands, eager to please they rose to the task

Over the years my left hand grew jealous of the right

Lefty never forgave brain for not being chosen to write

A campaign plotting revenge lefty he began planning

Disrupting brains system used for message handling

Lefty worked hard on precise plans for his campaign

To wreak havoc and end his being controlled by brain

Lefty, he became bitter, twisted and rotten to the core

Lefty’s pent up bitterness would finally come to an end

Blocking the lines for the messages that brain did send

 A long campaign finally breeched the brain owners door

He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s at aged forty-four

His left hand trembled, he stuttered when trying to talk

 He shuffled his feet and couldn’t even turn his fork

Brain started its heroic fight with a rearguard action

Sought outside alliances and formed a military faction

Developing a series of weapons brain found a super drug

To repair communication lines and a system to de-bug

With some initial successes lefty is being forced back

Brains control returning when lefty mounts an attack

The battle with the fork is but one within a bigger war

Subsequent conflicts joined, fought and levelling the score

Through each battle Brains confidence, it comes and it goes

New weaponry sometimes needed to vanquish all his foes

A treaty is being discussed by Brain and lefty at the table

As for the taming of the fork, that task is now most stable

© Phil Golding 11/2006