Fingers Flying
Fingers flying, forming fiction,
transcribing, typing diction.
Always in a mighty hurry,
No mistakes, just more worry.
I will, I wont, no time to wonder,
right or wrong cannot stop to ponder.
Kill them, sock them, pound harder.
Fingers to the bone, finger martyr.
Wish I may wish I might
type a nursery rhyme at home tonight.
Soup baby needs attention
Contests going, too much to mention.
What to do if I get a virus.
Finger scribe with a stylus?
Always something more is coming.
Overhead black cloud is looming.
Asleep, instead of restful slumber.
Count I my finger giganumber.
All night long instead of sheep
Ruin my REM, don’t get my sleep
Up at dawn no time to linger
Finger flexing limbers finger
In my car continue workout
For flaunting finger flying clout.
© Jun 02 2010 For Linda’s “Finger Frenzy” contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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