Dennis N. O'Brien
Dennis N. O'Brien Poems
|2.||Autumn In The South||10/27/2012|
|3.||The Dig Tree||10/31/2012|
|7.||Fame And Infamy||10/26/2012|
|9.||Sunset In Winter||10/26/2012|
|10.||The Jesus Bird||10/26/2012|
|12.||The Twelve Apostrophes||10/28/2012|
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The Twelve Apostrophes
There once were twelve apostrophes
Who'd served their English writers well,
But soon despite concerted pleas,
Their use had all but gone to hell.
The first to go was poor old you're,
Became just your, then out the door,
And closely followed by old it's,
Whose usefulness had had the fritz.
So it's was its, then we'd was wed,
And pretty soon poor that's was dead.
The next to go was faithful where's,
He's dead and buried - no one cares.
And number six was we're to were,
And that's to thats - another pair.
Then the apostrophe of who's, ...