Autocorrection

I gave myself a yellow card
For faking working much too hard.
I writhed and moaned and clutched my wrist–
A carpal tunnel flare’s the gist
Of what I’d wanted to convey.
Too subtle, maybe? Anyway,
I had to blow the whistle on it.
Now I’ll have to skip the sonnet.

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