The Death Of Grammar Poem by Raymond Farrell

Out of an outhouse
Into a shed
Out of a book
Into my head.

Language the vehicle
Bearer of thought
How poor you carry
Cargo I've got.

Zigging and zagging
Speaking with stammer
Writing is failing
And so is the grammar.

Dogs still are canines
Birds still are flying
English ain't English
Cause grammar is dying.

Grammar is dying
She lies sick with a fever
Where are her offspring
And why did they leave her.

Leave her - how cruel
Left her to die
Completely abandoned
And no one knows why.

I wish I had known her
But now it's too late
If only I'd met her
It would have been great.