Autocorrect, exist it would not
If it wasn't for Original
Son of pompous miss Always Correct
And the stern mister Be Auto.
AutoCorrect was much a Nazi
A Grammar Nazi was he
Ever precise and enjoyed learning
The Art of Fine Grammery.
A brilliant scholar he was
A master in his game
But there was something that this professor
Had still not managed to gain.
He was quite disappointed
And felt a sense of pity
For Original's own children
Lacked the talent and skill of Vocabulary.
As AutoCorrect grew old
And lay on his death bed
The lawyer who'd written his will
Was shockingly a great wizard.
He granted him a wish
And Original was immortal
He'd be contacted by future generations
On World Knowledge, Vocab and Grammar.
His wish he did not ponder
World Grammar and Vocab at stake
His vast knowledge and memory from before
Were not as it had been.
With Junior Autocorrects worldwide
All in their great numbers
Original has to work so quick
He sometimes mixes orders.
So don't kill Original
He's doing the best he can
With only Origin (his sister) to help
At least we can get a few laughs.
~
This poem is based on a short little thing I wrote about autocorrect. There was once a time when I was talking to my friend and we ended up talking about autocorrect. I think I had looked for an origin story for autocorrect but couldn't find any so I made one of my own.
Later on, during a vacation, I was looking over the text messages and decided to write a poem version of the prose and voila!
Until next time,
Ade Alethra
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Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.
