March 7, 2023 at 2:26 am (Scarriet Editors)
Happy poets praise time—
and even use it in their rhyme.
Punctuation is a race car!
Measurement pants after a sinking star.
Time, it’s true, makes life unreal—
“Was it that long ago? It seems like yesterday!”
“Where did that minute go?
“Why can’t the hyacinth stay?”
But happy poets persist
In kissing simple lips already kissed.
Anything can happen
in dead quiet. Or in Manhattan.
But the bitter poets are indifferent to time.
They rattle on—forgetting to rhyme.
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noochinator said,
March 8, 2023 at 7:19 am
“Punctuation is a race car!”
A semi-colon
Can make all the diff—
Call it a linebacker
Whose nickname is Biff.
thomasbrady said,
March 8, 2023 at 11:55 am
The semi-colon is a complete freak.
Use periods or commas when you speak.
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