this morn full-stop appeared to me
(bowed low with great panache,
twinkled his eyes innocently
and twirled his neat moustache

and then loud he spoke up pertly,)
"one day", said he, "we'll meet",
"'not on your nelly'", said i, curtly,
and crushed him with my feet

he slid out as a comma does
and said, "okay, you win,
just don't make too much of a fuss
when i take you for a spin,

for now as comma, you surely know,
i cannot put an end,
your life will everlasting go,
and i, your humble friend,

will help you in eternal flow
will help you to ascend,
just slip out of your flesh torso,
and upwards we shall wend."