What are my failures? Let me count the ways.

I am too much into nouns and verbs, you know, the grammar,

As I like to teach, but not to hear a stammer.

I cannot stand to find things out of place;

Where stuff is put, please, that’s where it stays.

I am easily irked by stumbles and pauses,

And one’s failure to note the ends of clauses;

Hemming and hawing as nights turn into days.

I smother with possessiveness you’d never choose,

For all my peeves,…