What could go wrong?
I got up late. I need to state
That's why I made everybody wait.
When you're tired, mistakes don't take long.
I now know I'm not the only one at fault
We all make typos. When did I go to bed?
Today someone else has made a worse mistake
Sent us white wine, instead of the ordered red.
I sang out of tune, a well known song.
It was karaoke. I got all the words wrong.
After all of my hype - oh
The first page of my book has a typo!
'Can somebody help me?
And not charge a fee?'
'Yes, I can help you -
If you can help me
'Can you proofread?
Say what I lack
I'd appreciate
Your feedback''
Your poem's sweet, short, succinct
But it would be neater
If it had less predictable rhyme
And found missing metre.
'Why is everyone so rude?
I'm sure that I've done something good.
You should encourage, not discourage!'
I'll dot the ayes and cross the tees and make a cup of perfect tea.
'Now you've offended me
I helped and got no thanks
I gave you feedback
But we've nothing in the bank
'If you didn't want help
Completing this task
You should not get offended
Or, you shouldn't ask.'
My first job is to like myself
The only way to help my health
I'm not a whining wino
My type's worst fault is a typo.
It takes a while to reconcile
Make myself and others like me
But we all feel better now
I've served and drunk a cup of perfect tea.
-ends.
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