I have 
found that typing pkzup
will never fasten letters up
nor go lutfot get me into 
the Forum where I'm telling you
God motnig and Helli, hiw atr yuo>
and my name is Max Beckttyt
who is S: 8/w0 and a most
accomplished mab...

For me to say Good Morning
is as ling a tyoing job
as the making of a Chevrolet
or learning Tagalob

It is wasy, so you say,
to make the errors go away
and see the flow of verbiage left to right
become a thing of compre
hensibilty and grace
and not a source of bitten ffet and egg upon the face

of the man who's charged with setting right
the errors you made ovbernight
and telling all the newbies how to
make a massage come out right...

Oh, Puty me, I am a victom
of the fingerlock, the plectrum
always slides between the strings
and so the thing that easy sings
sounds like the clubbing half to death
of some mitune insect whose breath
is counted in the clacking ticks
out the f-hole the plectrum picks
to enter.

And pity me for lack of voice;
omages are a thing of choice,
I hear, but all of my invention
comes without the intervention
of a thought or wild emotion;
I just set the thing in motion
matching with a sort of glee
the things mny fongers tell to me.

And just to make the matter woise
oh, Puty you!
I'm reading Joyce.
          (Finnetanf's Wark, to be precise.)

©  Copyright, 2000; Malcolm Beckett