I'd composed the poem below then. With electronic word processing at our fingertips (literally), we don't see those old typewriters anymore. And since we don't study typing the same way, I thought it wouldn't make a lot of sense to show something written about an outdated technology.
But maybe there are some readers who would enjoy it, so I'll post the poem, even if it doesn't make a lot of sense today. (Besides, we do a lot of things that don't really make sense.)
1. When I try to type, I always pyte! / Why can't I ever get it right?
Feet Flat on the floor--Try it once more-- / I'll type like I've never typed before.
2.I rapidly read the words I need / And race at a pace of the highest speed.
I'm in a trance--my fingers dance-- / Quickly, I turn to take a glance.
But when I look back, I see I've lost track / Of where I was. Panicked, I whack
A key anyway, and to my dismay. / Instead of "type", I have "ptey"!
3. So I awoke with a gulping choke / And bitterly glared at my misstroke.
Well, I'll not fret; I'm not beat yet. / I'll try it again with the right mindset.
Keep posture erect; proper symbols select. / EYES OFF THE KEYS! It'll come out correct!
My brows I'll wipe; work without a gripe; / And click, click, click...
'TIL I'VE LEARNED TO TYPE!
The illustration on this post? It's the "Aka Shiso" plant. DeeAnne and Michael Bess discovered it while doing missionary work in Japan then grew and sold it in the U.S. several months ago when raising money for struggling folk. It has nothing to do with the poem. But like I said, some of the things we do make no sense, do they?
To tell you the truth, I really wanted to tell you about my friends.
