I'm sitting at my keyboard
Just ranting and abusing
Which my long suffering wife
No longer finds amusing.
I'm both dyslexic and dyspraxic
Which is why I swear and curse
Because for a creative person that
Combination couldn't be worse.
To make matters harder I Have
a keyboard that judy can't spell
And predictive text just
Can Make my life hell.
I bought a dictation programme,
Money very badly spent.
It just can't cope with
My East Yorkshire accent.
So if my rambling is at time
More than usually absurd
Full of errors and typos
And the odd non word
Please be a little forgiving
For what you are getting to see,
With all those helpers switched off
The unaided uncorrected real me.