Gremlins In My Keyboard

Gremlins In My Keyboard Gremlins in my keyboard They get me every time Just when I think I’ve got it made They screw up every line! They wait until I’m pressed for time When haste is of the essence Hiding in between the keys I never feel their presence Smugly I sit back and skim My latest great creation So sure I am that it will be A Literary sensation!! The hour’s late…my eyes grow dim Drink some wine to clear my head This just makes me sleepier I can’t wait to go to bed I log on bright and early To see my poem divine I hope to see a TEN at least It will be my time to shine! But the gremlins have been busy There’s a mistake in every line They rearranged my masterpiece Those dirty little swine! copyright2009 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)