Because, commas, matter (Winner, Cramp!) |
Grace, that cherubic little girl She really loved to draw She drew the sky, the trees, the fields She drew everything she saw. She drew the summer, she drew the spring She drew the winter squall And when the leaves dropped to the ground Why, then Grace drew the Fall. Now that was her best drawing yet The leaves, in orange, red and yellow Her father proudly had it framed And when friends dropped in to say 'hello' He'd show off his daughter's art In its pride of place "See the lovely picture titled simply Fall, From Grace." Fall, From Grace, she had penciled When gifting it to her Dad And every time he looked at it Her parent felt so glad. His friends, who visited Shared his point of view And they praised it in their turn To everyone they knew. Can you see what's coming? Can you hear the gossip? As word spread about this From lip to lip to lip? "What a bad Dad he is!" Said each in their turn "His child's fall from grace should make his ears burn!" The matter reached great heights The mayor himself heard And paid a house call on the family To check on what he feared. It was the mayor who put things right 'Fall' meant autumn, and 'Grace' her name Her father, justifiably proud The little girl happy in her new found fame! |