Best Typist Poems

Valentine typist with the pretty smile.
Pecking out letters with a ick dick mick bick.
Boys are lined up to see you for a country mile.
You act like you don’t see them.  You are totally slick....

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I was asked to interview my husband's potential secretary.
Reluctant I was, but I got dressed and did it.
Using his office and his chair.
It was much too cumbersome for me.
I asked the third question and leaned back.
WHAM! My head and back were on the floor.
His executive...

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A world, reading into your mind
You want answers, solstice you may find
You got the image, the entire world all laid out
And for a moment your escape is made
A broom to sweep away your doubts
You might pause and wonder
“Who created this? What are they like?”
But the...

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A former life.
I am there, a sort of poet in 1920.

My typewriter
speaks a thousand words of English,
if you peck at it with a thousand fingers.
I need help.

I have hired a woman,
a lady from a typing pool
one with coffee serving skills.

Today the typewriter and the lady
are...

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