Poem - Typing Blues

There, their, they're

Oh no, my thoughts do run amuck!
For sounds with meaning they do truck!

And yet in knowing just what they mean,
Somehow something happens in between,

My Brain a buzz, and mind a glow,
Some words my fingers do not know!

So when they type them, look,
They don't know how to spell, for books,

They tap, tap and tap away,
And end up in some shade of grey,
With their, and there, and they're some more,
Oh no, my fingers spelling I deplore!
Oh dear, my comments they don't like!
Oh no, they have now gone on strike!

TWilding March2016