To be less foolish how I yearn –
Some things I simply never learn!
I’m now as crotchety as hell,
My voice is quavery, as well –
Some work of note I did all day
Has simply gone and went away!
For reasons that are quite absurd,
Notation programmes, unlike Word,
Don’t do an automatic save,
So if to keep the work you crave,
You have to tell it so; if not
No trace of it you still have got –
I’d proudly finished latest bout
When suddenly all lights went out!
I wish I’d used the laptop for
The writing of my music score;
At least the battery’d carry on,
And all my work would not have gone!
So now I simply have to start
To rewrite that whole wretched part.
From another recent munching visit – this time to the Yacht Club – I have this picture as my first of the grandkids taking an exploratory stroll together. I can think of the perfect caption:
A SISTER TO ASSIST HER
© July 2012 Colonialist (WordPress/Letterdash)