There once was a sad old apostrophe
Whose functions had started to atrophe.
It lay in it’s bed
Weakly shaking it’s head
And murmuring “its a catastrophe!”
Karl Auer, October 2006
There once was a sad old apostrophe
Whose functions had started to atrophe.
It lay in it’s bed
Weakly shaking it’s head
And murmuring “its a catastrophe!”
Karl Auer, October 2006