I don’t know who named me
But I’m not happy, can’t you see?
Someone has a sense of humor
Couldn’t they have called me Boomer?
My cousin semi is just half of me
Bottom part sags from too much Chablis?
Then there’s always my friend period
Once a month? Oh mysteries so myriad!
The comma hangs there like a piece of poo,
It’s not something you’d want to chew.
I know that authors find it useful,
But I sure can’t, to be truthful.
I won’t even mention my cousin Apos,
Claims he’s a trophe, is someone’s boss.
All he does is hang around,
Never has his feet on the ground.
But all of them have it better than me,
I’m made fun of by them you see.
They look at me, talk about anatomy,
Their jokes and such are pretty bawdy.
I mean a colon is a body part
It sure isn’t very close to your heart
What it’s close to is kind of crass
Everybody has one, it’s your ass.
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