Here's a little lyric from earlier in the year...... I hope it brings a smile......
SONG GRAMMAR ©I.Wolosenko
I keep my words up on a shelf, they're grumbling all the time
I push and prod and plead with them, to try to make 'em rhyme
Sometimes.. I like to stretch them
Sometimes ..I'll cut 'em short
Or line them up against the wall to see how they'll comport
An article's obsequious , the way it tries to fit
The hanging gerunds, always pushing, never give a sh*t
Of prepositions, I can't speak
I don't know where they're from
While adverbs wait so patiently for all their verbs to come
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When every song is finished and all the words agree
I love to hear them sing together, in their prosody
The music really moves them, Oh... how they howl and weep
To comfort them, I'll give 'em all... a kiss before they sleep
Most nouns are never active, they all just sit around
Some predatory adjective will often pin one down
My nervous pronouns wonder
To whom they might belong
Without their strict agreement, we might never write our song
To cruelly split infinitives, is something I won't do
And verbs are quite intransitive, when left alone to stew
But sometimes in my ghastly glee
I'm likely to disturb
An unsuspecting little noun .... by making it a verb
CHORUS:
When every song is finished and all the words agree
I love to hear them sing together, in their prosody
The music really moves them, Oh... how they howl and weep
To comfort them, I'll give 'em all... a kiss before they sleep
I'm bludgeoning my verses and breaking off the rhymes
And, I'll be changing tenses now, manipulating time
I'm squeezing my contractions
They're feeling nice and tight
Sometimes, you've got to really push, to make 'em come out right
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