One thing about a blog that one
Will find that one can try on –
It gives to one, all said and done,
Some shoulders one can cry on.

I finished all my note rewrites,
Caused by the flop in power,
At cost of almost sleepless nights
And at ungodly hour. 

Then put the music with the text,
And did each tricky setting,
Till only testing would come next –
Excited I was getting! 

In triumph, thus, I did quick check
By latest slide show showing,
(That snags would come, as sure as heck,
I really should be knowing.)

A page which I have read aloud
More times than I can mention,
Contained a ‘he’, but standing proud
There was an ‘r’ extension! 

How could I miss a ‘her came back’
So very clearly showing?
Of intellect I have a lack,
That’s all I can be knowing. 

It isn’t just the simple tasks
Of doing a deletion;
Re-photographing’s what it asks
Before I reach completion. 

Oh, sob and sniffle, scream and moan,
Some howling and some wailing,
And keening and a goodly groan
At work it is entailing. 

So thanks for hearing out my tale –
I’m glad you found it gripping;
But my distress is on a scale
Your shoulder is now dripping!

© July 2012 Colonialist (WordPress/Letterdash)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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14 Responses to REALLY AWFUL TYPE O’ TYPO.

  1. Marco says:

    Gone squirreling, have you?? Hope you bagged a couple of big ones ..


    • colonialist says:

      Dunno about that – I was calling people rats, though …


      • Marco says:

        Ratting then, works just as well. Try popping them into a barrel then fire at them with a shotgun – or is that very un-sportsman-like?


        • colonialist says:

          Reminds me of a Midlands rat charging up and down against the far wall of a room. Introduced cat who took one look and fled in panic. I ended up potting at it with an air rifle. *zing, pop; zing, pop; zing, pop* Finally there was *zin… plop*.


          • Marco says:

            When I was growing up in Namibia my cat did that. brought in these HUGE satanic rats, then fled in panic. We had to get rid of them and they were mean! Even the dogs were afraid of them. I think the rats lived in the roof. We weren’t allowed air rifles but we had a secret weapon – my mother – she was quite good at getting them out of the house unnoticed. What she did with them – we’ll never know and to this day she remains shtum on the matter. Reminds me of all the drag-ins we brought home – she always said they went home – makes you wonder, eh?


  2. Sous Chef says:

    *pats Cols shoulder in a consoling manner* there, there!


  3. Nicola says:

    best of luck with the edits, hope that’s the only pesky one that got away


  4. Like you, Phil has worked with words all his life – he’s been a sub and editor – and still has to ask other folks to proof read his proof reading!


  5. optie says:

    Sometimes I just can’t believe the typos that slip past me after numerous checks and editing. At least you picked it up in time Col 🙂


  6. adinparadise says:

    Box of tissues? 🙂


  7. Marco says:

    Have a drink? Or is that the cause?


  8. Ruth2Day says:

    I know just how you feel, so annoying when you find a bloody typo when you’ve read, and re-read and re-read again. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!


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