Down Punctuation Avenue Park

Providing characterization for punctuation symbols

In the lucid hours asleep, a little star called asterisk dropped in for tea/shooting across my room, with five teardrops to scream/censoring all my profanity/ ranted from his rutted *sigh*. Somehow always appearing/as the footnote of retracted guidance/cleverly disguising my grouse, hoping somehow he glides/back to the pitch of cricket/ and draw columns from the sky/to signaling the current batsman, the umpires very own eye.


Visiting Mrs Ampersand, from a seasoned night of jolt/always asserting her notion/ gifted in the technique of vogue/ with her two rounded portions, a class favorite act/ and such it is with Et cetra, her only prevailing daughter/packing her mothers punch, and all other sweet munch/ In love with old Professor Prime/ but seen lingering with stubborn young sprouts/ from Ended Story Road, the agile junior full stop, meddling with loose ends. For this is just another portrayal/ down punctuation avenue park.