Though my eyes see the keys, fingers do as they please
Start words such as white with an S.
They very well know, S is one key below
And reversal just will not impress.
And look, there are lines without rhythm or rhymes
Where semblance to verse is but fleeting,
But a tightly clenched fist will never assist,
Or will words that do not bear repeating.
And now I'm real vexed, they have just lost my text
And I can't find its new hidden venue.
That DELETE command, has again shown it's hand,
I'll delete the damn thing from my menu.
It seems there is strain betwixt fingers and brain
And I feel that I'd just like to mention,
When my fingers typed 'white' and it didn't sound right
Please believe it was not my intention.
John Pickersgill