When I see a comma out of place,
a chocolate bar, a young man’s face,
I must take action, have no doubt.
These things I cannot live without.
Not essential? Fie! You say,
without them I won’t waste away,
but joy will fade, and so I’ll shout,
These things I will not live without!
My red pen aches to mark and scratch
each spelling error, with a hatch.
Circle run-ons, cap that noun.
Rearrange syntax with a frown.
My tastebuds, in anticipation
await the milky, dark sensation.
Godiva, Hershey, M&Ms--
I gobble down these luscious gems.
It has not waned, as I grow older.
In fact, my age has made me bolder.
When viewing beauty, male and strong,
I salute testosterone with a song!
Of course, life brings me other treasures:
friends and family, pets, and pleasures.
But with grammar, chocolate, and young men,
My cup is full; I’ll drink up then!
Until I’m told to cease, desist,
the error, the chocolate, the young man’s wrist,
will be corrected and eaten and kissed.
These three temptations I can’t resist.
--Agatha 
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