Pickle

I am the bone of my quibbles ‎
Detail is my body and accuracy is my blood ‎
I have created over a thousand nitpicks ‎
Unknown to Completion, ‎
Nor known to Creation. ‎
Have withstood scorn to correct many errors ‎
Yet, these eyes will never behold perfection‎
So as I pray, Unlimited Pedant Works.