Ever been chased by a full stop?
In my dreams, punctuation marks hate me,
They chase me relentlessly,
Murmuring darkly their importance.
Full stops periodically pause to take a breath.
Semi colons though wander confused;
Should they stop, should they continue,
Then get overcome with performance anxiety,
And change themselves into an evil comma.
Commas are the worst,
They, appear, whenever, they, want,
Slightly break up sentences with little pauses,
But in dreams they have poignant teeth.
Baring them, ready to devour.
If they could only get past my exclamation mark shield!
Though, will they? That’s the question.