Texting Fingers Poem by Phil Soar

I've got these stumpy fingers
So my text's get all confused
My phone's keyboard is far too small
And it's keys get all abused

Some people think my spellings
Are really all dyslexic
But stumpy fingers working fast
Make spelling much too hectic

I'm okay as I type the words
Then look down at the screen
To see wrods lyke hullo and sweatness
And know what they SHOULD mean

I turn the keyboard sideways
And type the wrods reel qwick
Just like my sun and dorter do
But they make their words stick

So I hate my stumpy fingers
When trying to send a text
It leaves me feeling that I'm thick
And just a little vexed