Check Point (Poetry)

We seek ’em here —
                        We seek ’em there —
those typos sneak in everywhere ...

Spell-checkers find the language hard
those lyrics borrowed from the Bard
’twould vex the programmer’s smug code
that fails to fathom the odd ode

The best proof-readers that apply
are those born with a poet’s eye
they dot each i and cross stray t s
with confident creative ease

For there’s no substitute or app
can best this well-versed kind of chap
who’s keen to help, speaks up to say
an error spoils — so straight away

encourages a swift correction
thus edits close to word-perfection
the search for which then surely means
we daren’t trust to cold machines