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Clicking away, racing the clock,
Fighting off typos and writer's block.
Picking an outline, setting the theme,
The work never ends, or so it would seem.
Surfing the web for photos and more,
Finding out what Clip-Art has in store.
Resizing and editing, tears sweat and toil,
Watching as teachers' blood starts to boil.
Wondering when you will ever be through,
Who knows if Fate is just against you?
But just when you think you could be done,
Then you begin to have the real fun!
The power goes out, the windows freeze,
Your pictures decide to float off with the breeze,
Your eyes start to blur, your fingers all tire,
And then the darn spell check goes haywire.
The computer is broken, but it's just a rumor,
The glare from the screen will give you a tumor.
And poems like these seem to have no flow,
(But if you think that, you know where to go.)
To a place where the authors and authoresses
Have web pages free of these trivial messes.
But mine is by far the best website becausen't
MINE is the website that almost wasn't!
(Yes. I know becausen't is not a word. If you know of some other word that rhymes with 'wasn't' then please feel free to tell me. If not… Then you'll just have to forgive me, and I'm sorry if my disregard for the rules of grammar cause you any loss of sleep.)
This poem is only here to show you that my writings CAN occasionally have an actual sense of humor. ^^
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