Punctuation At Happy Hour

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.