Dear Mr Grammar Nazi,
Please leave me alone?!
All this worrying about my text,
Has made me lose a stone!
I've really tried my hardest,
I've checked my work again,
This nit-picking's got to stop,
It's making my temper wax and wane.
I'm sorry to be rude-ish,
But sometimes I don't care,
About my punctuation,
Or my grammar, to be fair.
I'm sick of ministrations,
And endless rubbing-out,
So go away and screw yourself,
You no-good, big-head lout!
Yours sincerely,
Anonymous.
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