An Ode To My Horrible Handwriting

A paper poem

My dreadful handwriting… I have no control over it. I blame that silly accident, so many years ago, a bump on the head, the pain on the neck, the tingling on the face the numbness in the arms… my right hand has never been quite the same.

My ring finger — ringless, by the way — refuses to cooperate. My little finger — pinky pinky pinky — is as good as dead.

Add to that I’m always in a rush. I run and trip on the page; you can see it right here, the painful evidence of my horrible handwriting.