Smiling a contented sigh
The author rubs her aching head,
Before stumbling sleepily to her
Long desired for bed.
A smile plays upon her lips
As she closes her tired eyes,
Imagining five star reviews
And her book winning a literary prize.
Then in the middle of the night,
While the author’s fast asleep,
From their secret hiding places
The typo fairies creep.
Listen to them giggling
(It makes a tinkling sound)
As they use their fairy magic
To move letters and words around.
By the time the author’s woken up
They’ve disappeared real quick.
She won’t see or hear them;
She’ll know nothing of their trick.
She’ll just shake her head in wonder
While exclaiming with dismay,
“It’s amazing how many typos you find
When you look again next day!”
Then she’ll sigh in resignation
And begin the tedious chore
Of making her precious manuscript
Typo free once more.
© 2017 ~ Victoria Zigler
The above poem is for all my fellow writers out there, and was inspired by a recent conversation with a writer friend about those troublesome typo fairies, and her attempts to catch all the typos they insist on adding to the supposedly completely typo-free and finished manuscripts when we authors aren't looking.