“It makes me oh so fluster-ated
When I type duck, oh I so hate it
STOP IT PLEASE, I cannot take it
Anymore, tonight.”
Breathe Matt, calm dawn, you’ve created
Something we can all related
For we have all demonstrated
The topic of this write
It does it whew we do not want it
“NO! It’s when*” See? You can’t stop it
Maybe you should just croissant it
You cannot stop it’s might
Cause that last word? No sense it made
A bittered bread without an egg
“Oh my god it’s buttered*, k?”
I told you – it will spite
“But it’s not fair!” You think it cares?
It always gets you, unaware
You hit the send and you just stare
At grammar in hindsight
But sometimes, we can take advantage
If the right point, you have vantage
Type you’re as your, you can manage
Blaming it for such a plight
In the end, it’s just a scapegoat
To take back what we might have wrote
Don’t blame me, that isn’t my quote
It was autocorrect, alright?
How the World Should Work 