Each time that I use Grammarly to get a poem right,
I face the fact that this must be, regardless of the fright.
I plough my way through my mistakes and change the text each time,
No matter how my poem aches, I'm making it sublime!
A nice tweak here, a nice tweak there, regardless, come what may!
Who cares? I'm tweaking everywhere, no matter what folks say!
Percentages have all now peaked! There's nothing left to try!
And finally, the poem's tweaked, and so I breathe a sigh.
I copy all the changes made and share each verse online,
Although the poem's made the grade, can I say that it's MINE! ?
So I give credit when it's due. This fact I won't deny.
I use Grammarly! So can you! Just take the time to try!
Denis Martindale.9th July 2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem