A Haiku Opera, with three acts and an epilogue, about switching keyboard layouts.
Act I: Qwerty
Fond Memories of Mario Teaches Typing Finger tips ablaze
I thought in Qwerty Handwriting typos same as Keyboarding typos
Disclaimer, please read: Three syllables are in the Word "d-vawr-zhahk"...thanks!
Act II: Dvorak
At a conference I heard about Dvorak I like a challenge
Like all operas, This second act is tragic Heed this tale of pain
Learning Dvorak Is not for the faint of heart A steep hill to climb
Act III: Now
Since the conference I haven't met anyone Who types Dvorak
After three years I Am not as fast as I was When I was in high school
Each day I can tell That my speed is increasing A real victory.
Switching was worth it I don't recommend it, though Fade to black; the end.