Wayward Fingers

Wayward Fingers My laboring eyes see all the right kees to get the leffers correct. My wayward fingers do as they pwease~ A definite lack of respect. I tell them over and ober again, it would be better to go slow, But it's off they race, in the rong direction ~ yep, another typo! They get me flustered and vexed, bye not heeding my commands. If I'm eber to finish this ditty, I'll have to spank my own hands. Communication twixt fingers and brain is a carastrophic confusion. I'm stressed, feeling the tsrain, but amputation would not be amusin'.