I know it's going to do it soon
I never get it right,
and it under lines one of the words
in the poems that I type.
Which one will it be, thinks I
the one that I get wrong,
I never really know for sure
so I'd better just press on.
When it does I'll have to stop,
and write the word again,
the bloody Microsoft spell checker
is an ever present pain.
Maybe if I keep it simple,
try not to be too fancy,
I could write about my cat or dog
or my aged aunt Nancy.
Wow I'm really doing well so far!
Not a singe word is wrong,
maybe I can start to do
some words that are long.
Some reporters with great verisimilitude
went for a walk one day,
but in their post-modernistic residual perceptions,
they found they'd lost their way.
Well that went well and I'm nearly done
with out a single mistake,
and once I've finished this poem
I can take a coffee break.
THE NED.
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