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,…
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