Two Typos

While checking out a website Where my poem appeared in print, I had to do a double-take, My scrunched up eyes a’squint. For there before me were my words, Which everyone could see, But one phosphorescent typo Sat there looking back at me. I’d read it over, checked it twice, Like Santa’s song suggested; But somehow I’d mistyped a word And nobody’d protested. I made a fast correction And removed the extra letter. As soon as I was done, I felt Miraculously better. Until a different poem of mine My temper did ignite, For a single noun was used When only plural would be right. Just a measly “s” was missing But it set me in a tizzy, For a typo is a message That your mind is just too busy. Once again, it was amended So I really should stop fumin’ ‘Cause, to paraphrase the Bard, To make a typo’s only human!