David

(poems go here) My love is the end of a line of prose. Ending punctuation I sing thy praise! Oh, the wonder that use of you bestows! You spread beauty, placed on my essays. Humble period, favorite of many, You end all my sentences with a dot. Then, the question mark, Your uses, plenty, You ask questions with an arc and a jot. Last, but not least, the exclamation mark. You exclaim with joy or sorrow or hurt! You end any sentence with a good spark. Without you three, my writing would be inert. May you ever, always belong to me. I’d be lost without you, answer my plea.