One-Finger Typist (Fun Poem 122)

I used to be a one-finger typist and as the one finger wore down, I discovered how to use two. Finding that easy to score and with the added bonus of being able to play chopsticks on the piano as well, I decided to add a little bonus and increased my fingers to three and then on to four. All on the same hand, I might add. One day my left hand feeling left in the lurch decided it was going to join in and my fingers typing doubled to the number eight. The thumbs then got jealous and came into play. Now both hands of fingers and thumbs dance merrily across the keys, but there I have a problem, as they all want to press a key simultaneously. Slowly words with three or four letters were getting left behind and I could only type words with eight letters with two hyphens in between. Confused? I was as well as everything I typed became double hyphenated and made no sense at all. In desperation and frustration, I reverted to being a one-finger typist and now you know the story of my plight. As for the other fingers, well they got a new position of multi-tasking elsewhere.