Another Ditty

Here’s something
that amuses me
about the way
my woman’s come to be:
So stubborn in her language sways
is she,
convinced, convicted
that she’s always right
to boil
when syntax gaffes
are on display,
that I am bound to say
there’s little doubt
concerning just how free,
not faint,
she’ll feel
to post without restraint
corrections of
the grammar God employs
within his text
on sinners and on saints
that’s meant
for judgment day.