Within the vast expanse that is the
galaxy of my cognitive ability, I have discovered my thoughts to be neither
vast nor expansive. In fact, just a few light beers ago I came up with the following;
Cremation
is not a right -
but something you must urn.
I believe
it was that particular thought that caused me to examine my relationship with
the English language. To date, I have
toyed with it, batted it about as if it were nothing more than something to be battered
about. But now, sober and alert, I can
see the error of my ways.
My
commitment to you is this: Never again
shall I dangle a participle; I will allow all verbs the action they deserve,
and I'll treat proper nouns properly. (Some of them anyway)
Of course
I may slip back into my old ways now and again.
I’m only human. But I will give
it my best, for this is my blog and it deserves nothing less.
I leave
it here, tucked towards the back of this cyberspace drawer, next to Gideon’s, to
be read whenever you’re feeling a lack of silliness. Pick it up, thumb through it. Select anything at random and there you’ll
be.
Respectfully
Your Pal
Zobostic Corwin
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