The embryos of notions,
can sometimes grow too fast,
leaving me clutching at ther tails,
thinking "Am I in this cast?"

My assembly line of word play,
is in need of extra speed,
do I have to bring in micros
or is it nanos that I now need.

My stumbling fingers used to cope
so much better than they can now
but all the while my grey cells
churn out phrases again somehow

And when I come to read it back
to seek typos and sundry glitches
I often find a line or two
that leaves me with new mental pictures

Which puzzles me I have to say
for did I not write the lot
how did those lines sneak in there
have I somehow lost the plot?

Perhaps it's just the flow of words
simply leaves my consciousness behind
and allows those lines to gather there
via my fingers flying blind

Oh well I sigh quite often
I'll leave it as it turned out
and leave this 'puter humming
while I make use of the kettle spout!

©Rhumour
March 20th 2010