If you search for best, best bet
you are not going to find
it from this here lyric parodist.
With this scribbler, you will not get
the perfectly paced kind
’cause excellence is where I’ve missed.

Quality is not what will occur
when I’m tossing off a slew.
Quality ain’t the result, nosir!
Quantity’s what will ensue.

If you search for someone
impressive on this site,
I am one whom out you must leave,
if for no other reason than
my syntax is a fright.
Grossed-out grammarians grieve.

Quantity is just what will occur,
rather than a well-done few.
Quantity is what I will go fer,
with orthography askew.

You will not discover
in the stuff I send
much more than mere mediocrity
that goes on without end
and may discomfiting.
But do I make amends?
Oh, no; oh, no.

I can sure abide with the
urgent urge to churn
’em out, and sometimes spell-check is on.
When I screw up orthography,
it’s just that I don’t yearn
to take time in Webster’s—that makes me yawn.

Quantity is only that which spurs
me to crank out what some view.
All you see is words with no demurs
each time I send out a slew.