I wish I could post one poem without typos
the first time. But that most ideal prospect
eludes me---something, always, to correct.
And someone hears me holler, "Oh, well, cripos."
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
In the last line, I altered our local, polite expletive, "Cripes," to the form that would carry the rhyme, as the poem was written in fun and without serious intention. I would not have, otherwise, done so.