The Pedant Parade

Oh, the pedant will prattle, the pedant will peep,
Correcting your grammar while you try to sleep.
With a “there” and a “their” and a “they’re,” don’t you see?
They’ll march in a line, chanting “Wrong! Follow me!”

They’ll tut-tut your commas, they’ll waggle their nose,
At misplaced apostrophes lined up in rows.
A sneeze can’t escape without spelling review,
“Gesundheit’s misspelled, and your ‘bless you’ is too!”

They’ll point out your “less” when you should have said “fewer,”
They’ll scold that your “good” should have really been “truer.”
They’ll grin as they pounce on a dangling clause,
They live for the moment to halt you and pause.

But sometimes I wonder (though whisper, not shout),
If pedants are missing what fun’s all about.
For joy isn’t measured in commas or dots,
But laughter and love (even with spelling knots).

So smile at a pedant, and give them their due,
For rules can be handy (though joy matters too).
Then dance through your sentences, wild and free—
For pedantry’s fine…
…but it’s no match for glee!