[With apologies to Robert Frost, a true master of the correct word chosen]
Two words to choose from in a muddled brain,
And sorry you did not know the difference
So without a clue, carelessly you wrote
And filled the space as quickly as you could
“lose” for doorknobs in the entryway;
And skipped the other, the correct “loose,”
And having perhaps still failed to study,
Because it was boring and frayed your nerves;
Though as for “alot” your next choice there
Had seen it really no choice at all,
And “a lot” in each draft abandoned lay
In rules you had not bothered learn.
Oh, you kept “alot” in your fine prose!
And knowing how bad leads on to worse,
I doubted if I should ever survive
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two words to choose from a muddled brain, and you –
you took the one less literate,
And that has made all the difference.