Grammar Panorama Poem by John Sensele

Grammar and drama, mama, melt my belt
Verbs, adverbs, nouns, pronouns, adjectives mean
Nothing that sings zings of nonsense that felt
Subjects of simple sentences can clean

Blunders in which tenses of velvet verbs
Borrow patterns from lampoon language
That follows no formal rules of adverbs
Cos modern English depends on usage

Rather than on rules taught in the classroom
Where tired teachers paint in crimson ink
Erudite essays written in a room
That breaks new grammar ground without a link.

Grammar ensures etiquette epaulettes
Of language doesn't land on serviettes.