Happy Sunday! Today's poems, unlike yesterday, have only one thing in common - they are poems (if you stretch the definition just a bit.) SiS/Few Miles provided a picture of eyes as their haiku prompt, and Sunday Scribblings wants to see a story, which I attempt to do in triple Rictameter form. Ready? Here goes...
I am watching you,
trying hard to unnerve you.
Wait. What? You like it?
|Image courtesy Squidoo|
Conjunctions and Conjugations
the story of
which may sound silly but
that’s what it is, and yet some folks
may scoff and say, “Conjunctions? Bah! Nothing!
They’re not even some worthwhile parts
of our language or speech,
nor have they worth.”
the run-on sentence would
run on on on on on on on…
we would be stuck using prepositions
which might be fun for a while but
that would get dull quite fast
and that would suck,
But wait, there's more...
a story of
(not to be confused with
conjugal, which is something else.)
Am, Is, Are, Was, Were, Be, Being
and Been are how you conjugate the verb
‘To Be.’ When Hamlet said those words,
he was conjugating
and you can, too.