Comma, why do you torment me so,
Jumping merrily through my paragraphs,
Leaving seemingly random footprints?
Comma, you challenge me,
While trying to make sense,
Of your purpose and placement.
Comma, you pause for breath,
At some of the least opportune,
Leaving me helpless, in your wake.
Comma, show me the true path,
The one path,
That leads to correct placement,
Comma, skip most lightly
Through my writing,
And send me on
My merry way.