Pro - Nouns

Alas I sit alone with all of them Afraid I might offend them on a whim They’ve backed me out upon a flimsy limb Above the water knowing I can’t swim. It’s worse, I tell you, than it really sounds For if the branch was over solid ground I’d shout the names in hopes I’d somehow found The proper use of new and old pronouns. When Shakespeare shook the tree his words were true Misunderstood in painted crimson hue Thus, did he come to one day sadly rue The day the pronouns gave his name the shoe. Forced him to masquerade as evil bard As living with the pronouns proved so hard. John G. Lawless ©11/15/2022