The Quick Brown Fox …
… jumps over the lazy dog.
Dad said every woman should know how
to cook, and type. I’m learning to type, and
The quick brown box jumps …
sometimes I want to
kiss Mark. He sits in the 3rd desk
of row 2 in my Typing II class.
He’s in my Chemistry class also.
I’m flunking Chemistry.
… over the lazy dog. The quick brown …
and now my Underwood ribbon’s gone slack.
Hate that. My fingers will get all inky black.
Looks like frost bite. My uncle’s neighbour
had frostbite during the war. Lost a toe to it.
… fox jumps over the lazy bog.
sometimes I want to
marry Mark. I practise writing
his last name. Practise makes
perfect, says my typing teacher.
and now K and L keys are stuck together
like lovers, like me and Mark could be if
my stars fall right. And if he notices me.
written for NaPoWriMo: Day 17 “Forgotten technology”
©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts. CC00 image. Photo by Peter Lewicki on Unsplash
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