At the tomb of the possessive apostrophe

Its a sunny day, the temperature is just right for ice cream but not hot enough to need sprinkler’s. Little fluffy cloud’s parade overhead. There are balloon’s on the common’s, and a band play’s military music in front of the new monument, in their new shell. Some kid’s are playing frisbee, and lot’s of dogs are loose.

“Ba-bup bah-babupity bup-da-bup bup-bup-bup-bup-dee-dah…”

And the crowd yell’s:


Its the death of the unknown apos-tro-phee
   We hardly knew how to use ya (tee hee)
Since we can’t tell the difference with you, or without
   Begone! Good riddance! Vamoose! Just get out!


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