Grammar

I’m
Doing
Edits
All
Today,
Amending
What
I Had
To
Say.
Shuffling
All
My
Pretty
Dreams,
The
Lover’s
Kiss,
The
Victim’s
Screams.
Kicking
Every
Passive
Verb
To
The
Literary
Curb,
And
I’m
The
Mama
Of
The
Oxford
Comma.
I’m
Climbing
Over
Every
Hump
Of
This
Jolly
Lump
Of
Prose,
To
Not
Tread
On
My
Editor’s
Toes.