You see, I am a seven-year old girl writing poetry

I'm pretty bad with a lot of basic gammer rules. I violate them in writing and more often in speech. My infinitives are split, my gerunds don't compliment anything, my bus ride ends in Prepositionville.

Having taken the high ground because I admit a grammer deficiency (see how I justify?): every time I read "You see..." as the big change up, the transition into "Here's the reveal," my head explodes. It's like writing your wedding vows and having them rhyme.

You see, it was me who was that little boy. You see, big government owes me money because geese fly. You see, I've never read anything other than Hack Writers magazine and cannot stop writing "you see."

This ain't rocketry. No crisis is solved and I'm not helping humanity. It's just one of those things ("anywayS" is a close second today) that gets my goat.

Too grumpy for a Sunday? We'll see.