Once upon a morning dreary,
As I pounded my keyboard, weary
Over some poem with which I was bored,
Slowly sipping my coffee cooling,
Thinking to end a stanza unruly,
I dropped a participial upon the floor.
Oh, ‘tis nothing, sugar rushing,
‘Tis a mistake and nothing more.
The sun now moved upon my window,
Silhouetting a stately willow,
Creating in my memory stored,
A lust for wordiness galore.
Still I was tapping, my mind unscrambling,
Quelling spelling evermore.
Quoth my editor "Nevermore!"
Unmoved I continued with my tapping,
Tapping until my fingers sore,
Thrilled me with their swift endeavors,
Using clichés evermore.
Faster, faster, typing now,
Sweat upon my fevered brow,
Ending sentences with prepositions evermore,
Quoth my editor, "Nevermore!"
And my editor, never flinching,
Sits at her computer convincing,
That I am doomed in grammar evermore.
As I tap tap out my sentences,
Semicolons and commas inventive,
My editor shall trust me nevermore.
Still, I continued with my tapping,
Unceasingly typing, my work unraveling,
Using comma after comma evermore.
Now my brain whirling with my writing,
Adjectives dazzling, so inviting,
Tapping tapping at my keyboard,
My editor crying "Nevermore!"
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I just about died laughing as I read. I think my face turned red as I thought about my own writing and how I get so wrapped up in it and the wonderful story that I'm sure is pounding right out of my finger tips, til I go back and read... what.."Did I write all those words?"
and... "Where in the world I go to school and who taught me how to spell and who was that fake of a english grammar teacher anyway? Thanks for sharing. It was very intertaining.
This poem tickled me! I do not believe I've ever read this kind of poem and I loved it. (Read Poe) Like the way you included the editor.
Thanks for inviting me via your poem to join you as you tap tap tap!
-Love, in Christ,
Zach
Cryssa