Poetry Week, Part 3

[deckardcanine]

On Monday, a co-worker said after greeting,
“You planning to come to the afternoon meeting?”
—Except that she really said something quite jarring:
“You palming to vote to the anteroom marring?”
I asked her to clarify just what she meant,
But her clarification was equally bent:
“You loaning to time to the fattening mowing?”
I didn’t like where this discussion was going.
She tried it once more with “You blabbing to cow
To the safranin narrating?” Up until now,
I suspected she’d suffered a blow to the head,
But I finally followed the clues where they led.
I told her to open her settings for language:
I thought a default was producing her anguish.
It was, and she soon had the feature unchecked.
No more would she trip up on autocorrect.