A flashing cursor here I come

I’m joining you again

I spill my wine and make some room and pull chair in vain

The keyboard plings and toes a curled, my mouth is puckered and ready

Not sure I’m honest or funny and yet I’m pretty steady.

I’m hunting and a pecking for some thought to slide right down.
I’ve pickled up the juices and have already been to town.

It’s time to go to bed but dare I before I must.
I hide behind this keyboard and my tired little mouse.

A flashing cursor here no more, keep up with me I say.
I hope that you’re not sick of me; I’m with you everyday.