Contrary Computer

You are not my private tutor.
You,machine,are just computer.
Please refrain from correcting me,
However great Wizards may be.
You have earned my indignation
Criticizing grammar, punctuation.
Another thing that I am telling
You:"You lay off my spelling!"
You have merited invective
By being just too darned selective.
Although I used you to write verses,
You've willfully incurred my curses:
When I write prose for change of pace,
You begin next line with upper case.
You may improve a business letter,
But I consider pen much better.
Bigoted machine,just watch yourself
Or you'll be stored in box on shelf.

Florence Ferrell

This poem was kindly submitted by: Florence Ferrell