The San Bernardino County Sun, California, July 27, 1929

Ode To A Typewriter

Why do we press the keys we want
And never hit the keys we press?
Why is it that we fight far more 
And always end the fight with less?

Why do we aim for “P’s” and “Q’s”
And counter only “A’s” and “B’s”?
Why must we walk along the road
When we would wander where we please?

Why can’t we type a word like this
Without a hundred fool mistakes?
Why does an hour never pass
Without its share of rotten breaks?

Why is it that this life is just
A futile quest for happiness?
Why do we press the keys we want
And never hit the keys we press?