No Puns Intended

There once was an author of pain,
Whose stories were all rather insane,
But if you asked him why,
He’d simply reply,
“Because my tales are off the chain!”

His pen was mightier than the sword,
As he wrote with an emotional chord,
And readers felt his power,
In every painful hour,
As their hearts were ripped and torn.

But sometimes he’d play with homophones,
Like “pane” and “paine” and “cane” and “plain”,
And he’d weave them into his prose,
Till his readers were all in throes,
Of laughter, confusion, and delight.

So if you’re seeking a story of pain,
Written with a twist and a brain,
Look no further than this master,
Of words, both dark and faster,
For his pen will drive you insane!