Pounding Those Keys

Wow come over here Check out this black beauty Grandpa used to have one just like it It sat on the desk in his study In fact I was supposed to study in his study In reality I never did get much done Transported back in time What a remarkable piece of equipment With it's qwerty keyboard I love the feel of the lacquered keys Pushing them down one at a time Watching as the metal rods strikes the roller Next I push all the keys down at once The rods collecting in a jumbled mass Carefully untangling Rolling a piece of paper into place Dropping the guide over the page Readied hands Fingers pounding in rapid succession Then the bell Ding! Like Mohamed Ali advancing to the next round Sliding the chrome lever Carriage returning to it's starting point Page moves up one line Over and over again Until my page is filled Pulled out with glee There on the page Letters perfectly formed Yet there are no words I do not know how to type But that is okay This is a lot of fun Jolted back to the present With a simple question "Would you like to buy?" What are you asking? "A hundred and a half." How about one twenty five? "Okay." Off I go typewriter in hand Mohamad Ali is back in the ring Clickty click clickty click click He can still take a pounding Ding! Once again Saved by the bell The Typewriter contest