No poem last week, too busy driving
The two day trek to Vermont, where I’m now thriving
Gardening, canoeing, and writing galore
How I’ll spend my summer, of that I am sure
Our shack up here we’ve named Daydream Cottage
Hubby and cat and I love it a lottage
The porch is where I’m at most of the time
Watching ducks and loons, all most sublime
The internet is hit or miss, with no TV at all
So much seclusion and quiet. I’m having a ball!
I’ve never been the Queen of Drama,
But the Oxford Comma
Causes me stress, strain, and trauma.
Semi-colons by comparison are easy;
Their rules are far less breezy.
No need to get all ill, upset, or queasy.
Periods don’t take a whole lot of thought.
They never make me even mildly distraught,
Happily aiding my characters, dialogue, and plot.
What about exclamation points, the curious might ask.
Are they apt to lead you to the flask?
No. Not even those are a chore, job, or task.
Sweet little colons are also not too bad
I use them so seldom; they make me not sad.
And as this poem finds an end, aren’t you happy, joyful, and glad?
But comma dilemmas really haunt me a lot.
The nuances of usage I still do not got.
But enough of this silliness, absurdity, and rot.
Hubby says I’ve gone completely ga-ga
Because I really, really want a chihuahua
Friends warn me they go yippity-yappity
But I’ve never heard even one go zippity-zappity
What simply can’t be variable
I want a dog that’s completely carryable
And a chihuahua’s demeanor seems so happy-go-lucky
Even around great big dogs, they are rather plucky
But Betty the cat insists our house will not hold
Both her and a tail-wagging creature so bold
So alas my chihuahua remains just a wild hope
Until one day still dogless, I won’t be able to cope
A late night stroll on Charleston Battery
Curious to see the lunar perigee
Less scientific folks called it a super moon
I hear it won’t happen again anytime soon
Too bad, since it was a downright lovely sight
And a real fun way to spend Saturday night
The winds and waves in Charleston Bay
Were also worth noting, and I must say
Thanks, Man in the Moon, for smiling on us all
The whole city at the waterfront, having a ball