Facing Life Head On! Poem by Denis Martindale

My typewriter cost me ten quid,
I was excited like a kid.
I took it home and typed away,
Then suddenly, I said, Oi, vey…
I got a finger caught by keys,
Not knowing how they could release.
I peered inside with lowered head,
Next to the A, close to the Zed.

And all at once, my nose got caught,
That's when I had to give some thought.
Move up or down, or left or right?
By now, I really looked a sight.
I wiggled my nose to and fro,
Hoping I could then let go.
Then X and C began to flip
And promptly settled on my lip…

I stared amazed at what occurred
And hoped I wouldn't type a word.
My hair was trapped next to the Q,
One eyebrow nestled by the U.
My tongue then chose to slip and slide
And made my mouth to open wide.
Typewriters help most folks to write.
I chose to fight with all my might.

The spacebar moved and set me free
The day I gave up poetry!


Denis Martindale. August 2020.