How is it I can write a word
that fits so easily
yet spell it incorrectly
a mistake I never see,
Only after I push send
does someone point it out
the only reason there must be
it is a curse - no doubt,
But who would give me such a curse
to disrupt my letters so?
Surely not my racket club
it’s no one that I know,
A stranger then, I’m sure of it
just random I can tell –
they left behind a puddle
and I stepped into a spell,
I got a little on my shoe
it splashed upon my cuff
It hung on all through laundry day
this pesky curse was tuff,
It’s on my shirts and in my socks
it is on my underwear,
and I’m thinking back on Tuesday
I combed it through my hair.
Spell-check doesn’t catch it
the grammar police don’t see
I guess I have to live with
the curse all over me.
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