Whenever I check Grammarly,
It offers me advice,
And some of it is plain to see,
And this makes me think twice!
Percentage-wise I must improve,
For greater clarity,
And editing provides that proof
Throughout the poetry!
Correctness is the only aim,
The great job shared at last,
Before the chance to add my name,
Before the die is cast!
As if it were a magic spell
Most fitting to the plot,
Delivery gets checked as well,
Is it now right or not?
I plough my way through rhyming lines,
And feel I'm getting close,
When Grammarly ends all its signs
And confidence then grows!
No issues found, not one at all,
Can I believe my eyes?
It's like a Christmas miracle,
When things have turned out nice!
One more poem's improved again,
And I survived somehow!
All-clear, it seems to tell me then!
Nothing can stop you now!