I cannot ty pe, my thum,b is big
It acts ju st like a woodenn peg.
Now spaces come and space s show
Exactly where they sh ouldn’t go.
A careles step on ice an snow
Had sent me to the ones who know
That bandages s o big and strong
Must couch my thum,b for far too long.
Now ma imed and bound, I type for thee
As one explorer sa iled the sea:
“Columbus method,” my dad said,
“Find a key, and onn it land.”
The words now stumble off the ke ys,
And so ’twill be for many days.
Forgive me, all , who read my stuff.
I fear the road will b e quite rough.