Gleeful, Bold, and Rootless

Watch one pedant run that strident yammer
All about our syntax. Ooh, how shocking,
Such inaccurate and reckless talking!
If he only had a giant hammer
He'd chide us truly for our dreadful grammar!
Split infinitives, but wear a stocking
Covering that smirk. He knows you're mocking
How his dignity comes with a stammer.

Who cares if your negatives are doubled?
Heaven's deaf, his troubled cries are bootless
And complaining to his wife is fruitless:
She just laughs when he explains he's troubled
By the way this ignorance has bubbled
To the surface, gleeful, bold, and rootless.