There’s a Typo in the Text

 

There’s a typo in the text,

And a hare in my herring,

Makes me question what comes next.

Read this poem if you’re daring!

 

There’s a felon in my fortress,

A pencil on the plate,

A Q-tip in a quagmire,

Not the time to celebrate!

 

There’s a turtle in the turnstile,

A monkey in a maze,

The Baron’s in the “biffy”!

I’m astonished and I’m dazed.

 

A jalopy’s in the gym,

And a poodle’s with a pauper.

The hippie is a “heathen”.

Someone really ought to stop her!

 

See old Ivan in an igloo,

And the ewok that’s elastic,

Or a lemon quite lethargic,

And a doughnut made of plastic.

 

There’s a secret to the salad,

And a vampire in a vest.

With that atom ‘going ape’,

I should maybe skip the rest.

 

There’s a whimper when I wallow,

And a gargoyle in the garden,

And a rascal known as “Rocky”.

Goodness me, I beg your pardon!

 

With the crown about to crumble,

I really am perplexed.

There’s a dolphin at the derby,

And a typo in the text.

 

By Wendy Welk,

(Published by the Aldergrove Star newspaper on June 30th, 2016)