[April]

Fings That Tap In The Night Of Day

I thought I’d take a stab at this

This poetry typing writing biz

Better than gambling that I must say

Keeping my trigger happy fings at bay

Tap Tap Tap that is all I do

On a Video Slot Machine or two

Not for pay and not for gain

All that tapping did me in

Broke my life and my bank

No more pulling on that crank

So here I am today instead

Tapping my keypad to let recovery begin

A journal, a thought, a poem or two

There are worse things my fings can do

Even if my poetry stinks

I am not tapping a machine that blinks

In red and green and blue too

I will keep my fings away from you!

[janey1]

Your poetry certainly doesn’t stink. Well done 🙂
Janey1

[April]

Thanks Jany1 lol who knew?!!?

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