Where to step a comma ,
to tiptoe haltingly ,
without readers tripping over it ,
losing their way.
A comma pirate drops his
offshore ,
as if it had a special purpose ,
a bouncing buoy ringing a bell ,
a porpoise out all alone.
The comma critic , well-versed
in elementary particularity ,
vacuums up all the fallen commas ,
the mote dust off a linoleum floor.
The exclamation point shouts ,
a telephone pole poised atop
a bowling ball !
While the ear shaped question
mark asks the obvious ,
ad nauseam ,
comatose.
“Why all the questions!” “Why are you always shouting?”