The typewriter

Clack, clack, return, ‘ting’!
Keys make these words sing
Clack, clack, return, ‘ting’!
Keys make these words zing

The quick brown fox never sounded so good,
words jumping over the lazy dog, if they could.

A poem appears as if by magic
and pages of prose and rhetoric

Onomatopoeia, but no metaphor.
so many words, it’s becoming a bore

Channelling Shakespeare and type out a sonnet,
being overly pleased by one rhyming couplet

Rearranging lines to try an acrostic.
Hoping this poem ends up an epic

© wordsfromanotebook / suzie pearson

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