Preoccupied About Punctuation Poem by Denis Martindale

I wasn't always like this way
The sort who'd sort it out
But now I'm like this every day
And switch text all about
I want my poems nice and neat
With pauses now and then
So that my poems look complete
When published once again

Apostrophes get on my nerves
If they should go amiss
Those teeny weeny little curves
Don't fill my heart with bliss
And semicolons drive me mad
I hate them every one
Some think they're good yet I feel sad
As they're no flipping fun

I like full stops because they're cool
And perfect sense of course
As if they follow every rule
And pauses reinforce
Quotemarks or speechmarks I can't tell
As publishers must choose
And I'm just glad if I spell well
As I my text peruse

And so if I should summarise
My problem now addressed
The truth I've come to realise
And know that I'm obsessed
I'm obstinate and that's a fact
It's hard enough to write
With all my errors tightly packed
Right there in black and white