GRAMMAR

It must have been that misplaced comma, pausing too long

Or was it the question mark plus the exclamation

It signalled something else, stirring emotion,

Jumping into action, these verbs and nouns started to play along.

Tossing in some indecent preposition this amateur noun turned pro,

Uttering softly colourful adjectives

And smartly plotted prefix and suffixes

New words merged then an interjection

Newly formed abbreviations 

Conjunctions, adverbs using verbs

Wanting the prose to grow, with predicates, changing subjects

Making the flow connect was the only object

And my parts of speech now incoherent

I brood whilst thoughts suffer at length

Suffering in the midst of deafening silence

So I examined each line, checked for grammar and tense

Spell checked to make sure my words made sense

But then the synonyms came

I listened but each word meant the same

Only used in a different line, just a sentence

No statements, invalid arguments, lacking a true premise

With open and closed quotes injecting suggestive punctuations

And yet not moving past the exclamation

Now all answered questions feels rhetorical

And some sentence looking paradoxical.

And in retrospect, it was an error that was grammatical

Recognising it was that misplaced comma, pausing too long

With most of the lines filled with oxymoron

Now I look on thinking, aren’t I the intelligent moron.

I should have used a semi-colon or a colon

Maybe then I could have figured out an explanation

I’ve taken it on a high which was the turn on

And now I think I’ve killed the mood, by taking too long.

But we must reach a climax; I know we’re not done

So I showed cunning in the use of my Idiom laced with pun

I wasn’t going to concede, but I know how to con front

Using every literary device trying to change the tone

My extensive vocabulary I search finding melodic homophones,

Rhyming while manipulating and flowing my sound

Ensuring each line of argument was deep and sound.

Using up my list of simile to charm like a gypsy

Knowing that I won’t let it get the best of me

All this time I’m wondering, why the hell did I use that comma for

Leaving me to come up with unusual but convincing metaphors

Using my lawyer skills to find answers to rhetorical questions

Going through a cycle of constant repetition

Isn’t this ironic or is it sarcastic

Making serious arguments feel satiric

This was the most exciting use of my superlatives and clever alliterations

Always alluding to alternative with alterations

My sheet and my tool came to life; everything got a touch of personification

And it didn’t matter how or where I put my hyperbole

The mood had changed and it’s still not giving in to me

So I’ll leave it alone for now and come back eventually

Soon enough, I’ll turn that comma into an apostrophe.