The Writers' Circle

Don't ask why? I blame it on one book.  'Grammar Sucks: What to Do to Make Your Writing Much More Better' My first poem. 



The Joy of Grammar

Sentences make up the stories of our lives.
They start out small and grow longer as we do tall.
They are a stumbling block to many.
And hide trapdoors to catch one or all.

Mr. Noun is the cornerstone and the very first building block.
He is quite the fellow, and demands you better take stock.
Along comes Proper who screams, "you better capitalize me!"
Then says Concrete, "I have senses of the bunch."
"Who cares," says Count, "I'm singular or indefinite."
Mass laughs out right at Count then says, 
"Who cares, when you could be me,
I name the things that can't be counted you see."
Collective shakes his head and adds his own triad,
"I can be a group of any of you. 
I'm the best for classification of noun's large crew."
Common has sat and listened to this lot, 
He stands, and looks at each in turn then adds, 
"You have you own place in the world of nouns, 
I'll grant that to each one of you, 
But when it comes to being used the most, 
I Common am picked the most."

Miss Pronoun walks into this mess,
That Mr. Noun has created and makes a jest.
For he can be confusing,
But she knows when she's the best for choosing.
You have Personal who can't ever make up her mind,
She likes singular, plural and possessive,
A woman who is fickle when confined.
But when you need a hand the most,
Demonstrative will point directly to the thing they want to roast.
Relative dances around these two,
And introduces dependent clauses,
Because that's what she was meant to do.
Interrogative is miss nosey of the bunch,
Questions, questions, questions,
Gives her that knockout punch.
Reflexive and Intensive are the twins of the crew,
Just add self or selves instead of glue.
The easiest one of the lot, is Indefinite,
This little number likes to swing both ways,
Towards person, place or thing to scratch that itch.

Then along comes the Verb, 
The little vixen of the club.
She likes a lot of Action,
But won't say no when comes to Linking,
What ever in the world was she thinking.
She also likes to collect a thing or two,
The Verb Phrase, 
Is the showcase for her maze.
When the mood hits she'll play Transitive,
To express a complete action,
With an object of her attraction,
Or she'll be coy and turn Intransitive,
She'll drop that object,
Because that's her doppler effect.

Adjectives, oh these little modifiers,
Can be quite annoying and start a lot of fires.
You have Predicate who follows Linking Verbs,
And Determiners who are spicy little herbs,
Their names are Indefinite, and Demonstrative,
As well as Possessive, and don't forget Interrogative,
The last is The Articles,
Not a lot of particles.

Adverbs are mischief makers,
Who will modify most of the sentence lawmakers,
They team with adjectives, and verbs,
Clauses and a sentence or two,
And even other adverbs, what are we to do?
They'll scream do you want me today,
Or how about tomorrow,
They'll be around to help with a little sorrow.

Prepositions love relationships,
They can find the glue,
But stick them on the end,
And they'll screw you.

Conjunctions are the peace keepers,
Of this motley group,
Connecting everyone together,
In one fail swoop.

Last but not least, 
This one stands above the rest,
Do not put Interjections to the test,
You'll loose with their emotional contest.

This is the sentence and its multifaceted faces.  
And Grammar will make us all do our paces.
Welcome to the Grammar Races.