You know when you’re really typewriter crazy…

…when you write something like this and pass it as a poem.

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CUT THEM THIGHS,
DE-FEND-THEM,
FOR CHICKENS ARE MEANT TO BE GNAWED ON.

Lookin’ forward to the next wave of inspiration to crash, I have plans.
Oh, yes. Plans of the epic kind.

6 Comments

  1. how fun! my contribution!

    Do not type gentle into that good companion
    Old platens should burn and be reconditioned at close of day
    Rage, Rage against the dying of the typewriter

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    1. Hee heee! Everyone should make a silly typewriter poem. :)

      Burn, fire, toss in a screwdriver,
      The morning light shall fall on a poor typewriter.
      Burn, burning, burnt
      All gone
      Oh poor chopper of the ole’ typewriter!

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  2. Mute but written was the Quiet-riter,
    As he noiseless-ly wrote alone
    The work and become his baby
    A script written in ways unknown.

    Pages seen through his Corona
    Left him sitting on the edge of a margin
    With his hands he decried ‘Oliver’!
    A classic tale was to begin.

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    1. Perhaps Hermes can share
      A wonderful fanfare
      Where the Gods shall seat
      In a bistro with something sweet
      Typewriter on their laps
      turning their thinking caps.

      I’m running out of ideas. Lol!

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