Literature
The Grammar Nazi
Beneath the blazing sun I duelled
With a sentence that could not be read,
I saw his fingers flicker
But I was quicker,
I drew and shot him in the head.
For I am the grammar Nazi,
I tear bad English asunder,
And every misspelling
In need of quelling
Will soon be six feet under.
A hyphen or a tilde,
An underscore, a dash,
A comma misplaced
Or a line misspaced
Had better fear my wrath.
So armed with piles of Webster's
I rallied my troops around my cause,
Against grammar bad
I declared jihad,
A war to end all wars.
But the forces of darkness were much too strong
And after the victors took their trophies,
Then me they trailed