That little floating comma causes grief,
An apostrophic pain one might aver.
But syntactícal failures find relief
In three so simple rules . They’re de rigueur.
If Tim’s the owner, “Waterstone’s” will do
But only if un-Daunted you might guess.
It’s his prerogative these days. Did you
Observe the next example there? I stress
It’s verbal use – a missing “i” from “is”.
And thirdly, back to nouns, I prithee don’t
Festoon your cappuccinos with the biz.
But mind your p’s and q’s. For if you won’t,
Be sure a passing pedant, oh so wise,
Will gladly cross your t’s and dot your i’s.
Its all a load o balderdash! Dyou wish
To keep those pesky commas in mid-air?
How can they influence the price of fish?
If bookshops want to drop them, do I care?
Them Waterstones will still sell books, I smise
Like Boots will do the drugs and Tiffnys jewls?
And Ronald will make burgers, Sainsbrys pies?
Do squiggles in some logos make them fools?
So lets go back to dear old GBS.
He knew a thing or two bout grammar stuff.
Lets rite it ow we say it – dont digress.
Of snobby arty farty crap – enuff!
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
I shall! And sweep that comma clean away!
