I’m reading my own book, over and over again. Searching for typos before the final print, I know it’s an impossible task, ‘cause people will still find some. Commas, full stops, semi colons and brackets, float behind my eyes. I just hope it’s all worth it and I win the Booker Prize

Book

I write on my iPad, poetry for my blog,                      ‘cause my hand writings worse, than a dyslexic dog.      I know ! I’ll put it all in a book, trouble is, my computer skills also suck.

What are cursers, I don’t know, are they what I shout when things won’t flow ? And, what is a space bar, something to eat? Well I don’t find it much of a treat !

Everything I type is done on A4, My printer friend says what you done that for ? I need it on A5 for your little book, I tried to convert it but had little luck.

I tried to convert it from A4 to A5, I worked and I worked, how I did strive. The lines came out all over and mixed, after hours and hours I had it all fixed.

Time for a coffee I thought with a smile then, back to my iPad, all the words in a pile ! What the hell is it, with these computery things, much more of this and I’ll come unhinged.

I can’t do it, I can’t do it, it’ll take me all winter, that’s when the cavalry came in the shape of my printer. I’ll help you he said, for a small sum of money, that’s when my eyes went all salty and runny.

So now It’s here my little baby, will anyone enjoy it ? Well I don’t know maybe. In writing it I’ve had oh so much fun, but I’m also glad it’s finally done.

Actually the book isn’t quite ready, but I wrote this for my printer friend and it seemed apt for this prompt.

All words Meadowhead Bard.