The Typewriter

A monster with flat teeth
Which gives out roaring sounds,
As if it hungered for something
But it could not reach.

Heavy like a ton of bricks
It rarely ever moves,
Its steps like a thunder
Reaching everyone's ears.

But the thing which scares
Is not the sound or teeth,
But the mere shape and size
Which make it look so gentle.

But with the right man
Who will tame this wild beast
Wonderful works of art and knowledge
Will come forth on sheets of white.