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
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