Mysteries of Grammar
“Too many words,” I say,
“at 5:00 when I pick you up I have too many words.
Can I give you some?”
“You mean, like a run-on sentence?” he asks.
“Kind of,” I say. “Do you ever have days like that?”
“Days like a run-on sentence?” he asks
“um..hmmm,” I nod.
“My days,” he said, “are more like when the subject and verb don’t agree, and the teacher puts a circle around it and writes in big red letters. AGREEMENT. And I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Later, we pour ourselves fancy glasses of sparkling apple juice to celebrate.
“To the comma splice,” I say clinking glasses.
“Long live the sentence fragment,” he adds.
Always space for a few more words.
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