Hawrid Grammer & Punctuation Picknic
This year's picnic stunk. Or is it "stank"? We did begin to have fun with the Prefixes but the Suffixes put an end to that. No matter where we went, the Periods. Kept. Stopping. Us. You'd no sooner get going again, when a Comma would make you pause.
At one point, Active voiced his desire to play every sport but his date, Passive, just sat there and looked acted upon. Then we received a scare near the cliff when we found Participle dangling. With some emergency editing, he was saved and the Conjunctions joined us together in a celebratory line dance.
Led by Narcissus, the Proper Nouns would have nothing to do with boy, tree and the other Common Nouns. And those pesky Pronouns! During the games, they kept substituting for the nouns until no one knew who he, she, it or they were. Or is it "was"?
Such a miserable time was had by all that one of the Sentence brothers, Imperative, commanded us to stop. When Interrogative asked why, Exclamatory screamed at him until Declarative made a statement that ended it. Anyway, we couldn't wait for those rude Infinitive Verbs to split.
