Sidi J. Mahtrow
Pickle For The Knowing Ones - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
THE LOWLY COMMA OR A PICKLE FOR THE KNOWING ONES
(or why use a comma?)
Lord Timothy Dexter anticipated the Danes,
By more than a century, in taking pains,
To ensure that those who read and write,
Could find a way if they might.
To inser punctuation, as they please,
Into the written word without a wheeze.
His solution was just and wisely decided,
A stroke of wisdom with a bit of humor provided.
Reacting to complaints that his book did lack,
The elements that educator and hack,
Insisted were essential if one was to understand,
The Writer's intent to a man.
He added a page at the end,
Not intended to offend,
But filled with commas, periods and such,
To be added to text by the reader's touch.
A review of Lord Dexter's 'Pickle' serves us well,
When in a stroke of genius with many a stroke,
'a pickle for the knowing ones' he wrote.
He reminds us that while proper language is no joke,
Rules of grammarians and pedants are a heavy yoke.
And with Government regulation,
There will be no sure-fire salvation.
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The above was inspired by an editorial in the St. Petersburg Times: April 6,2002. And should have been laid to rest, except that with the coming of the Christmas (2003) season, a book was published to address problems related to punctuation and such. As with all new ideas (and it seems that punctuation is a new found idea for some; others just ignore it) even the title of the book raised the ire of some.
Ms. Lynn Truss' book, Eats, Shoots, Leaves has a shaggy dog tale from which it got its name. Much has been written on the Internet on the origin and spin-offs from the story which involves a panda (kola bear, various marsupials, mammals (including Australians)) and a prostitute.
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