Gremlins In My Keyboard
Gremlins in my keyboard
They get me every time
Just when I think I’ve got it made
They screw up every line!
They wait until I’m pressed for time
When haste is of the essence
Hiding in between the keys
I never feel their presence
Smugly I sit back and skim
My latest great creation
So sure I am that it will be
A Literary sensation!!
The hour’s late…my eyes grow dim
Drink some wine to clear my head
This just makes me sleepier
I can’t wait to go to bed
I log on bright and early
To see my poem divine
I hope to see a TEN at least
It will be my time to shine!
But the gremlins have been busy
There’s a mistake in every line
They rearranged my masterpiece
Those dirty little swine!
copyright2009 Beatrice Boyle
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Categories:
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Form: Light Verse