The sycophantic umlaut sits upon its prey whilst the hapless comma comes out to play. Perpetually searching to find its home, the misunderstood apostrophe attaches briefly to the distracted noun just long enough to hold its ground. With an incandescent rage the exclamation mark stamps its feet whilst others bracket themselves against the expletives. In its attempt to repair any ill feeling, the hyphen acts as the conduit whilst the colon creates the drumroll as it gains our attention for words with greater meaning. Then, to a cacophony of quotation marks, or speech marks to some, the sentence terminates as quickly as it had begun. Full stop. Next paragraph…

Ends

13th April 2020

Poem