A question mark, comma, exclamation point,
and period walk into a bar one night,
each taking a seat on a worn leather stool,
the question mark curls into a corner,
wondering how long it will take to be served,
while the comma hesitates, pauses, blinks,
gathering its thoughts before ordering a drink,
the exclamation point bursts in loudly,
shouting for a round of shots for everyone!
causing the jukebox to skip in alarm,
but the period just nods once, quietly,
its presence a full stop, the end of talk,
the bartender sighs, pouring without a word.