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[|Printable Version] The the impotence of proofreading By Taylor Mali

Has this ever happened to you? You work very horde on a paper for English clash And then get a very glow raid (like a D or even a D=) and all because you are the word¹s liverwurst spoiler. Proofreading your peppers is a matter of the the utmost impotence.

This is a problem that affects manly, manly students. I myself was such a bed spiller once upon a term that my English teacher in my sophomoric year, Mrs. Myth, said I would never get into a good colleague. And that¹s all I wanted, just to get into a good colleague. Not just anal community colleague, because I wouldn¹t be happy at anal community colleague. I needed a place that would offer me intellectual simulation, I really need to be challenged, challenged menstrually. I know this makes me sound like a stereo, but I really wanted to go to an ivory legal colleague. So I needed to improvement or gone would be my dream of going to Harvard, Jail, or Prison (in Prison, New Jersey).

So I got myself a spell checker and figured I was on Sleazy Street.

But there are several missed aches that a spell chukker can¹t can¹t catch catch. For instant, if you accidentally leave a word your spell exchequer won¹t put it in you. And God for billing purposes only you should have serial problems with Tori Spelling your spell Chekhov might replace a word with one you had absolutely no detention of using. Because what do you want it to douch? It only does what you tell it to douche. You¹re the one with your hand on the mouth going clit, clit, clit. It just goes to show you how embargo one careless clit of the mouth can be.

Which reminds me of this one time during my Junior Mint. The teacher read my entire paper on A Sale of Two Titties out loud to all of my assmates. I¹m not joking, I¹m totally cereal. It was the most humidifying experience of my life, being laughed at pubically.

So do yourself a flavor and follow these two Pisces of advice: One: There is no prostitute for careful editing. And three: When it comes to proofreading, the red penis your friend.

There is repetition in this poem in the fourth stanza and it is "You're the one... going clit, clit, clit." It also repeats the word colleague many times at the end of many sentences in stanza 2. This entire poem is basically ironic because Taylor Mali is talking about the importance of proofreading your work in case it has any mistakes, while this entire poem has countless mistakes. An example of onomatopoeia in this poem is the word "clit". The theme of this whole poem is basically to show how importanat it is to proofread your work because you might accidentally say or write something that you really didn't mean to. The sentence could possibly not make sense or it could totally change the meaning of the sentence. I chose this poem because it was funny and I liked the idea of how people who don't spell check (like myself sometimes) make silly mistakes and sometimes end up writing something that they didn't mean to. It also very greatly highlights the importance of proofreading. I think that I will always (or try as much as I can) to proofread my work before handing it in from now on ! =)