“Mr. Shakespeare – or is it ‘Ms.’? I’m never really sure. If I could give higher than an A+ on this sonnet, I would. I don’t know why you waste time writing those silly plays. Your sonnets will make you famous.â€?

She slapped an “Fâ€? paper in front of a slender woman, and glared disapprovingly. “Mrs. Parker, pull your skirt down! And don’t think I’m unaware of that flask! Your pieces about the rose and the different ways of suicide were amusing enough, but this is ridiculous. You cannot string together two rhyming lines, add a title, and call it a poem – fine, not a ‘light verse’ either.â€?

Moving on, she stopped at the desk of a young man, full of self-importance and arrogance. “If your grammar were improved, this would be a very nice poem. I think there’s something wrong with your printer, though. The lines are all messed up.â€? The student responded, and the teacher sighed deeply again. “That is simply not logical, Mr. Cummings.â€? She put down a page with a C-, covered in the red ink of the Grammar Police.