Hooker’s & cramps don’t
make grammar police belligerent,
but unfinished sentences do.
So finish it, dammit!
OK then I will:
…and that’s why fishmeal
tastes exactly like melted
bacon, and makes you
start yodeling in Yiddish,
clearing my throat I
think as well. Today,
the yesterday of tomorrow,
occurred a fortnight before
it should have. That
our semi-annual meeting
will not be held
bi-weekly, was a major
monthly scheduling daily snafu,
proving that Murphy’s Law
exempts only the following: