Learning To Type Poem by Marilyn Lott

Did you ever take a typing class?
Well it takes a little time
You start out learning home keys
You even learn to rhyme

At first you might as well have
Thumbs instead of fingers
It feels so foreign to you
Each finger wants to linger

Yes, ‘home keys' my teacher said
You must embrace each one
She pounded rules into our heads
And it surely wasn't fun

Don't look down, she often said
If you look I'll tell you what
I'll put tape upon your keys
I wanted to say, "Oh, hush up! "

But didn't - oh no not back then
I'd never sass her back
But she stuck to her rules
Never giving her students slack

Fingernails - well we couldn't have
Them any long than our finger
This too she said would slow us down
And again our fingers would linger

But I am so glad that my teacher
Didn't let our fingers roam
We learned to type the ‘proper way'
Because of her I can type this poem!