Thumb Poetry

Writing a poem with only my thumbs Opposable digits are A-number one Will autocorrect fix the words I write wrong? Not all words are lucky as I coax them along My phone keyboard clicking as I’m typing the words Now back to correct my fast-thumb-spelling turds How long can I go with these poor thumbs of mine? Most likely for hours, they’re typing sublime-ly For they are the only thing in-shape on me Covid has made my waist grow large times three! For my thumbs are as sleek as an antelope Compared to my waist, more a cantaloupe The rhyme meter changed like an isotope A variant bridge like a song I wrote But back to the meter my thumbs they did strive Worried I might go along for a drive Now I will end this, my thumb-written poem And hope you enjoyed it since it isn’t a tome --All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com