Wordpad Poem by Denis Martindale

Towards this program I would roam
With inspirations new,
For Wordpad is my second home
For all good things I do...
For there it is, a font is used,
That brightens up my prose,
To make sure that I stay enthused
And that God's legend grows...

For I will write by typing out
The thoughts that spring to mind,
God's phrases meant to dispel doubt
That burdens all Mankind...
Thus Wordpad greets me day-by-day,
File, Edit, View and more,
Such that I settle to relay
Bold musings, that's for sure...

Calligraphy transforms the soul,
Rebounding words again,
Releasing structured self-control
That formal fonts retain...
Regarding splendours, springs and swirls,
The uppercases sprawl,
The lowercases have their twirls,
Such that I love them all...

Italic numbers have their styles,
Their subtle snakelike forms,
Their slithers sometimes bring me smiles,
Is that why my heart warms?
To switch from colour, font and size
Leads me to want to frame
My poetry in stark surprise,
As if life were a game...

My thanks to Wordpad knows no bounds,
I owe it oh, so much,
Its majesty each day astounds,
It keeps my heart in touch...
With all the poets, young and old,
Calligraphers and scribes,
Who see each word as precious gold,
Like music full of vibes...

Cascading flourishes downpour,
To overlap the lines,
As if to say, there's so much more
In what each thought defines...
Because I've got so much to gain
From Wordpad day and night,
Please pardon me, if I remain,
Contented, here to write...