Typos Included

Been regarded as clumsy
For most of my long life,
An existence where accidents
Seemed more than usually rife.
The despair of the Drill Pig
Who, refusing to accept defeat
Finally instilled some precision
On my two largely left feet.
He never, sadly, ever managed
To sort out my dominant trick
The natural born ability to trip
Over any  discarded match stick.
The only slight advantage being
I am here and still obviously alive
After so many clumsy incidents
Normal humans might not survive.

The typewriter keyboard, and later
That of my laptop or replacement  PC
Remained a minefield of misspelling
To my indisciplined fingers and me.
The voice recognition programme
For a while brought some hope
But I spoke in East Riding and
They  just couldn’t always cope
Happily settled in retirement 
Accepting of my situation 
When a casual conversation 
Helped explain my situation.
Born when things were seen  
In Black and gleaming white
It was never ever considered that
My incoordination just might

Be a mental condition
A slight disability 
That took away from me
Some  natural ability.
They called it  Dyspraxia.
The clumsy oaf no more
A slight impairment that 
I can now happily ignore.
When spellcheck on my PC
Just gives up in despair
I find that I can no longer 
Be  bothered to really care.
Typos are included and
If I miss them when I check
That’s  my style of writings.
And I couldn’t  give a heck.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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August 20, 2023 at 3:34 AM
A normal human being you are NOT! I hereby dub you A Master of Poetry ( no where near a clumsy clot) Excellent poem Terry. I think Typo should be taught in schools of today. I have spoken typo fluently for many a day. Loved your poem.
Ireland Avatar
August 25, 2023 at 6:16 AM
Awwwww, thanks Wen
Lane Avatar
August 20, 2023 at 2:02 AM
Hi Terry and now I know you’re from Yorkshire, having had to google ‘East Riding. ‘ Your write is charming. I used to let typos in texts due to spellcheck, bother me but I’ve found having the recipient try figuring out what I meant was a titch more fun.
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August 25, 2023 at 6:18 AM
Yep, the Texas of England. Trouble is I had difficulty understanding myself reading back a week or two later. Can be fiun though. Many thanks Lin
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