Word Police

Thank you word police, again my savior from,
the depths of great evils, like confusing some.
Spelling has become a great estimation,
as we all know, that train has left the station.

Oh, won't you save us from our own demise,
Apostrophes, commas, the ultimate of spies.
The grammar gods are weeping in great despair,
Every typo’s a sin, how could we even dare?

Thank you word police, for pointing out my crimes,
Your red pen strikes, the tolling of the chimes.
Oh, the horror of a misplaced letter,
Without you, we'd never know much better.

Oh, keepers of the syntax, lords of our diction,
Your righteous fury, in our only mass affliction.
For every split infinitive, a tear must truly fall,
Your pedantic wrath, comes as a clarion call.

Thank you word police, for your divine might,
In the dark of night, you may make it right.
With sarcasm sharp, as you wield your sword,
As Guardians of the written word.

Oh, hail the saviors of our written tongues,
Correcting the verses, with the songs unsung.
Our broken English, in your hands, we shall trust,
As you fight the battle, so noble, and ever so just.

So, here's to you, with a sarcastic cheer,
For saving us from errors, year after year.
Thank you word police, our constant guide,
In the world of grammar, you’re our national pride.