Share:
  Guess poet | Poets | Poets timeline | Isles | Contacts

Robert W Service - My TypewriterRobert W Service - My Typewriter
Work rating: Low


I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when I Was hoary a a Druid; But as I scratch my silver thatch My battered old Corona Calls out to me as plaintively As dying Desdemona. "For old time`s sake give me a break: To you I`ve been as loyal As ever could an Underwood, Or Remington or Royal. The globe we`ve spanned together and Two million words, maybe, For you I`ve tapped - it`s time you rapped A rhyme or two for me. "I`ve seen you sit and smoke and spit With expletives profane, Then tear with rage the virgin page I tendered you in vain. I`ve watched you glare in dull despair Through hours of brooding thought, Then with a shout bang gaily out The `word unique` you sought. "I`ve heard you groan and grunt and moan That rhyme`s a wretched fetter; That after all you`re just a small Fat-headed verse-begetter; You`d balance me upon your knee Like any lady friend, Then with a sigh you`d lay me by For weeks and weeks on end. "I`ve known when you were mighty blue And hammered me till dawn, Dire poverty! But I would be The last thing you would pawn. Days debt-accurst! Then at its worst The sky, behold, would clear; A poem sold, the garret cold Would leap to light and cheer. "You`ve toted me by shore and sea From Mexico to Maine; From Old Cathay to Mandalay, From Samarkand to Spain. You`ve thumped me in the battle`s din And pounded me in peace; By air and land you`ve lugged me and Your shabby old valise. "But now my keys no more with ease To your two fingers yield; With years of use my joints are loose, With wear of flood and field. And even you are slipping too: You`re puffy, stiff and grey: Old Sport, we`re done, our race is run - Why not call it a day?" Why not? You`ve been, poor old machine! My tried and faithful friend. With fingertip your keys I`ll flip Serenely to the end. For even though you`re stiff and slow, No other will I buy. And though each word be wan and blurred I`ll tap you till I die.
Source

The script ran 0.005 seconds.