There once was a writer-type guy
Who awoke with his desk a pig sty
Toasted crumbs filled the keys
And with the scent of old cheese
He got the cleaner and tried not to cry
(Yep, I cleaned my desk today. Look! It’s shiny and dust-free! And, yes, that’s really an except from Project Tennyson. But no, I don’t handwrite my work as a matter of course. Because, duh, check out that unintelligible chicken scratch! I wrote that paragraph specifically for the picture. Good luck deciphering it!)
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