In Reply to the Handwriting Appreciation Society
I cannot think of something worse
Than writing long by hand –
How much is my electric verse
Beyond my wrist’s command ?
It’s only thanks to ones and noughts
My words are ever read –
Or else, my messy, speeding thoughts
Would never leave my head.
For who would bother to unpick
My blotchy, crossed-out pages ?
But thankfully, I type and click
My wisdom for the ages.
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