Monday, August 25, 2025

The Cure for Typos is Tea. Comical poem 652 by Angela Lansbury


 

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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