Blink Blink

To the tune of The Playmakers' Beep Beep (Little Nash Rambler)

While typing on my Inspiron, what to my surprise.
The little cursor was watching me, with two beady eyes.
The cursor leered sardonically as he flashed first on then off (blink blink).
I'll show him that my prose is not that at which one can scoff.

Chorus (slowly):
Blink Blink (blink blink),
Blink Blink (blink blink),
Cursor goes blink blink blink (blink blink).

I racked my mind for words to write and wipe that smile from the screen.
But the cursor simply rolled its eyes and then it started to preen.
I muttered, "Subject - verb - direct object..." and the cursor snidely coughed (blink blink).
I'll show him that my prose is not that at which one can scoff.

Chorus (faster)

I timidly typed my first few words to jolt that line into place,
but the text was awful gibberish, and I had to hit backspace.
I cleared my room of all distractions, of all earthly joys.
I then cursed Science for always speaking in the passive voice.

Chorus (even faster)

Now I'm typing furiously, I've certainly built a pace.
But I'm playing Tetris, and BAH! only good for tenth place.
The cursor merely shook its head, and held its nose aloft.
I'll show him that my prose is not that at which one can scoff.

Chorus (so fast you're breathless)

Now I'm typing as fast as I can, my fingers really move;
I look to the snotty line, and wait for him to approve.
The cursor laughed haughtily, and stated with a mouthful of scorn:
"Give it up, jagoff, you might as well surf internet porn!"