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(“Yellow Rose of Texas”)*

Having tired fingers,

A blogger’s special trait,

A misplaced key in spelling

We can appreciate…

Those pesky hidden passwords

Fat fingers often botch,

Especially late at night

As if we’re drinking scotch!

Persnickety passwords—

How do we get along

With thinking up the new ones

To access what we’ve done…

A finger slip or poor mem’ry

Can put us in a jam,

The one who remembers all his

Really is THE MAN!

Those woman bloggers surely

Are like my Mother dear,

Who “keyboarded” professionally

Before keyboards were here!

She banged out frequent letters

On an old OLYMPIA,**

Her fingers deftly pushing keys–

It got in her blood!

I must be doing something right

For I go on and on,

Making quickie poetry

Until the break of dawn…

I really don’t talk much at home

But get on-line I spurt

Out reams of conversation

Until my fingers hurt!

I remember most passwords

Because they all are new,

I’ve lost track of a couple–

Forgot the key words, too!

I have two “Linked-In” ‘dentities,

Only one I can access…

I lost the link to the other

But they both work, I guess.

I’m rambling on while singing

A little out of tune,

It really is too early

For I got up way too soon…

I had to check the banking

And we’re finally in the black,

Got to get some serious work done

Before the red comes back.

I really have to end this

But my limbered fingers fly

Across the borrowed keyboard

Beneath a watchful eye…

I have to watch for spelling

And the fumbling finger fail,

If I don’t get the words just right

I’ll land in Spellcheck jail!

–Jonathan Caswell

* is the tune it is sung to…!

** Olympia manual typewriter (non-electric–using FINGER POWER!!!)