The Bogey on My Keyboard

The bogey on my keyboard
Is yellow green and brown;
He squats beside the num lock
Astride page up and down.

He's always there to greet me
When I start at 8 am;
And he sadly gives a goodbye wink
When I leave for home at ten.

I used to think him ugly
When he landed on my desk;
I used to try to flick him off
Thinking him a pest.

But as the weeks and months went by
I developed admiration
For his endless stores of patience
And his faultless dedication;
For unlike me he never moans
About his rates of pay;
He never scorns his co-workers
And never makes delays;
He's staunch he's stern he's stoical
Immovable and tough,
Contented, though he'll live and die
In a world devoid of love.

The bogey on my keyboard
Is my only friend;
My lasting source of comfort
When I'm driven round the bend.

The bogey on my keyboard
Will be there when I'm gone
To comfort the next lonely worker
Who might come along.

© Alex Frankel 2001