The Typewriter Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Forty Eight keys and a space bar.
All ears hear a clickity clack.
A return button when it is singing
Will be signified by a loud crack.

It operates with ribbons.
Inside they are placed on spools.
They are so much heavier than laptops,
And are no longer placed in schools.

Just like old tape recorders,
And eight track tapes for sure,
Typewriters are things our kids today
Have never seen or used before.

Just like the black and white T.V's,
And phonographs with four legs,
That once were in cabinets like furniture,
And are simply memories today.

In school they were required
When I was a schoolboy.
The keyboard was necessary learning,
An instrument and not a toy!

I started writing poetry
When I was only six.
On my old Underwood Typewriter
That today I surely miss.