Notebook © Poem by Roann Mendriq

I've started writing right from scratch,
with paper, pencil or a pen;
My old computer goes kaput,
every now and then.

Whenever it goes on the blink,
I don my thinking cap;
I curl up at the window,
with my notebook on my lap.

At first, the words were stubborn,
the ink just wouldn't flow;
But soon the paper coaxes them,
sweet steadily and slow.

I recognise my handwriting,
my old familiar font;
Contentedly, I scrawl on,
happily nonchalant.

Never one for fancy gizmos,
I'm not savvy or hi-tech,
Thank heavens for my notebook,
I have no need for spellcheck!