There was a little Sentence,
She was short and to the point.
But she didn’t much like Grammar,
So she decided to run on, disjoint.
Now Commas were her friends –
Even if a little spliced,
And Colons were great to have around,
Even Semi, he sufficed.
She knew now how fun it was
To take up line upon line
And though before she hit hard,
Beating around this bush felt sublime.
Grammar trained to rein her in,
Tried everything he had, but
No wavy green lines could restrain
For this rambling heart was shut.
She reassured him how she could,
The Descriptives she now held helped out,
But still in her nature to be direct she told him
She would go on with these new friends about.
Now Grammar was rather rigid,
And followed his rules, most usually,
But Sentence she could keep running until
That day she felt coming, instinctually.
That day she would see her knight,
The one that would stop all this, not fear it.
The only one who could put them all to rest,
Even Grammar knew he’d come – her Period.
