While procrastinating rather than writing or drinking tea, I wrote a poem.
I may tame a dozen adverbs
While I'm hungrily eating lunch
Banish passives to the suburbs
Before was pushed comes to punch.
On the horns of a dilemma,
I gore every last cliche
Dig for every hidden gem (a
Futile effort on most days).
But the bane of my existence
Like my Sword of Damocles
Is the comma, whose persistence
Will soon bring me to my knees.