As I Type
Tippity tap, tappity tip,
My keyboard sang it's song.
Scribbly deedoo, scribbly daadee,
My pen then starts a poem.
I typed and wrote, upon my desk,
Some words with giddy rhymes.
I thought and worked upon the task,
It must be done time.
My fingers danced with a tap-tip-tap,
Until the morning light.
My mind's so tired, my head's gone bland,
My brain had taken flight.
So I took time, a little stop,
To look at something dear.
It never failed to cheer me up,
My unicycling bear.
With my rest done, my pen at hand,
My poem's resumed it's song.
A clickity- click, a tappity- tap,
Thank God, the poem is done.
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