Thought Wrought Lost
My ruin is complete!
Instead of fingering Save,
My cursed digit did Delete!
Hours of thought wrought lost.
My soufflé has gone flat,
Instead of lofty wordage:
Pfftt! It’s gone! That’s that!
I hear a Charlton chortling,
And 2nd shift with smiles replete,
Why on earth didn’t G*d make it Maybe?
Must we always have this dreaded Delete?
Soooo, back to the fearless white page,
As thoughts scurry about incomplete,
Ah, another grandiloquent turn of phrase…*zip*
AHH, DOGGONE IT, NOT AGAIN! /yep, Delete/