Pocketknife Curiosity

It was one of those
Swiss Army Knives,
The kind with
An assortment
Of foldout blades.
If there was ever
An attractive nuisance
For a five year old boy,
That certainly was it.
It was on open display
At the store,
And the temptation
To check it out
Was far more than
I could resist.
I fiddled with
Those blades
Trying to open them
And in my struggle,
Nearly amputated
The end of my thumb.
I have a rather
Prominent scar
To show for
My juvenile efforts.
I can just imagine
The disruption
That must have caused,
And I suppose
That might have had
Something to do with
Why my parents
Were so reluctant
To take me shopping
Ever after.
When I had
Kids of my own,
You can bet
I was vigilant
About such hazards,
Fearing the possible
Genetics of my curiosity.