A Posse Trophy - By Hy Phen Made Declarative - poetic version i meant to submi

Appearance of the New Courier 
(with namesake "Georgia Ives") 
flew into the courtroom 
faster than Bold face WingDings! 

After the judge opened 
the waxed sealed envelope stamped 
with the official legal imprimatur 
sound of silence filled the courtroom. 

After perusing highlighted principle details, 
a noticeable con jug gay shun 
didst Impact countenance of attired judge. 

Recess announced at authority decree 
(spelled out with quotation marks high
lighting dotted i's and crossed t's) 
figuratively a nouns sing moratorium 

for those accused of run on sentences, 
split infinitives, then versus than...
incorrect usage of ellipses, et cetera.

The justice of supreme court 
critically espied quotation marks 
(underscoring reductio ad absurdum 
Times New Roman regulation) 
against stiff penalty asper those 
who commit rhetorical perturbations!    

This lenient fiat occurred immediate 
by innocent omission of a colon, 
which subsequently, naturally, 
and immediately affected 
every future jury presiding over 
a defendant applying incorrect punctuation!

A favorite comma cull anecdote 
often repeated by my late english 
grammar (a palliative to me psyche 
despite the multi-generational 

difference in age) happened 
when she celebrated twenty nine 
punctual marks whence time 
and counting in utero came to an end period.

Many question marks still abound 
as per the specific circumstances 
of this generally uneventful birth, 
only that she seemed to dash 
from the womb (of her mother – 

mine great grandmother christened 
Latina Greco) with a pointed 
exclamation declaration 
of independence while bodily constitution 

adorned with supposedly shimmering 
invisible golden braces 
and a full set of teeth.

Somewhat averse to authoritarianism 
and mores of assuming the sir name 
of the groom, she maintained nom 
de plume affixed on her birth certificate.

If born that way today, and ready 
to pledge marital vow, would 
probably follow the common custom 
and hyphenate name of beau similar 
to newlyweds of this day and at this very moment.

Back in those days though, 
town’s folk exclaimed with 
pointed superstition that a baby born 
after being bracketed nine months 

within the womb (which seemed 
like an eternal sentence), and equipped 
with the means to chew would 
most likely experience little colon difficulty.

As a dignified divine dowager, 
she willingly shared her cradle 
to graveside tidbits (populated 
with many wisecracks and 
marked quotations from a life 
that spanned more than a century21.

Smart as a whip or pin 
(the latter term somewhat out of vogue), 
this independent woman 
(who married into nobility 

from humble roots) frequently evinced 
el shaped lips when the un
suspecting recipient ensnared 
of her harmless ingenious pranks.

Aside from what many considered 
childlike antics (which characteristic 
salient trait appealed to this grandson), 
she excelled at verbal adroitness 

and could spin a jesting lightly 
mocking pun, which seemed 
to quiver with an invisible 
apostrophe shaped blackened barb.

Though privileged per parochial parents, 
her inherited empire and peers, the people 
of the proletariat class felt 
figuratively parenthetically 
included as persons of concern 
to this genteel dame.

She exemplified and wore that moniker 
noblesse oblige with utmost 
august excellence, and whenever 
the need or wont arose to address 
the madding crowd (this 
crowned empress) resorted 
to non-verbal communication ala semaphore.

Her lily-white hands (most often 
remained sheathed in Palmolive 
clad ding silken gloves - exuded 
a faint patrician touch) partitioned 

the air with arabesques accentuated 
with sign language for those 
among the teeming masses 
unable to hear or in fact deaf.

Regular adherence to being grammatically 
(yet not necessarily politically) correct 
witnessed the air being sliced with even 
less familiar punctuation symbols 
such as the emdash, en-dash.

Even doctorates of English and 
strict task masters (whose 
frowning scowls strongly resembled 
semicolons when even minor indiscretions, 
infractions, transgressions, et cetera 
with english language observed) 

never found fault with this 
former bohemian, whose rhapsodic, 
melodic, linguistic voice ameliorated 
dark memories from dereliction dis
played by former queen.

She also received the treatment of 
a champion lyricist, whereby every lyre 
(got set on fire) from utterance akin 
to a choir of hells angels, yet this 

chanteuse voice rang thru the 
azure vault causing the small hairs 
of the spine to experience a pleasant 
electric shock therapy.