ode to e.e. cummings

Randomness,poetry — Tags: , — Steve @ 4:20 pm January 2, 2009

one day while he was typing
e.e. cummings got a shock
where once had stood a SHIFT key
was a little pointy stalk

he cut his finger on it
and was so irate (it’s said)
that he never touched another
till the day he fell down dead

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