Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Of ghastly grammar, irresponsible punctuation and forced rhyme

The irreverent lot, we are.
Of ghastly grammar and irresponsible punctuation.

We think we are wise,
“The end is to communicate”, we state.
If you think otherwise,
You are the lot, we love to hate.

Instinct, our scale.
Mention rules, and we turn pale.

Right are our words, only when they ring right .
You will find all heart and no mind in sight.

Don’t we cringe, you wonder.
Dear Friend, we only smile and ponder.

Get away with blasphemy, we can.
Break all rules and pose smug.
Poke the heel of your high-horse, we can.
Then smile at you and ask for a hug.

Oh dear, we know all the tricks.
Just that, flouting propriety gives us the kicks.

The irreverent lot, we are.
Of ghastly grammar and irresponsible punctuation.

4 comments:

Sharad Ragas said...

Very industrially written.. nice! =)

i said...

yeah... We do value the virtue of toil here...!!! =))

Leena said...

I enjoyed reading this post..

For now, we have rules to bend.
And in no mood to reverse the trend!

See, it kinda rubs on to others! =p

i said...

To bend them is our sacred deed.
To not follow them, is almost a need.
Pray, what would we do without them, rules.
The world would not have greens but blues.

And it rubbed back on to me,Looks like. =))