9 June 2012
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.
Angry Complaint. • Opuss № I