Autocorrect, thou art at times nice.
But typo, you? Such a vice!
Aren’t you two partners in crime?
Pulling our legs morning till dine.
Like naughty little goblins
You cast spells on us
With tricks up your sleeves
You tend to make a fuss.
“Gimme a sec.” “What the duck?”
No “hit”, Sherlock. There’s no luck.
I find myself quacking at all this mess.
Spare us some mercy, for this is madness!
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