Sometimes a thought
Is not what it ought,
A fact that, alas, you can’t change.
But type it in bold
And voila! Behold
It’s still pointless, but I had you going for a while.
Tag Archives: Fonts
Times Getting-Old-Now Roman
One of the items
On my list of wants
Is the power to speak
In different fonts.
The power of Impact,
Or Arial’s even measure…
The freedom to choose
Would be such a treasure!
But alas in this world
Of fontless death and birth
We’re trapped in a state
Of Helvetica on Earth.
Filed under Poems
When You Turn Off Aitocorrect
This line is italic.
Thia line is bold.
The bold line has a typi.
So does that ome.
Okay, I’m donr.
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 