‘Cause you know, all those odd extra spaces?
The odd comma, that colon or bracket?
It had got to the point by this evening
That my poor eyeballs just couldn’t hack it.
I am no longer seeing the typos,
As the words dance a jig on the screen
The whole thing is making me seasick
And I probably look a bit green.
So I’m bidding the keyboard Mañana
And I’m off without one backward look,
To do something much more relaxing…
I shall go and curl up with a book.