This poem is being edited
From all the wrongs you read
The mistakes I've made along the way
Are not for the eyes to see
There are words that lose all their meaning
Turning misspelling into an art
Or the flow don't go the way it's suppose
Because of misplaced punctuation! marks
And I too often rely on spell check
To move my poems along
Which can turn my enemy into enema
I guess that's not too far off
There's so much more to poetry these days
Than running out of thoughts and ink
And me with only half a brain
It takes twice as much time to think
So while this poem is being edited
Please sit back and relax
If you see any mistakes that I have made
Speak up now cause here's your chance
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
This poem is being edited
From all the wrongs you read
The mistakes I've made along the way
Are not for the eyes to see
There are words that lose all their meaning
Turning misspelling into an art
Or the flow don't go the way it's suppose
Because of misplaced punctuation! marks
And I too often rely on spell check
To move my poems along
Which can turn my enemy into enema
I guess that's not too far off
There's so much more to poetry these days
Than running out of thoughts and ink
And me with only half a brain
It takes twice as much time to think
So while this poem is being edited
Please sit back and relax
If you see any mistakes that I have made
Speak up now cause here's your chance
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