His writing is over full of invented commas.
He came to a full stop when his paper blew away.
His writing has no compasses and yet goes round in squirkles
She gave him full squarks for detrying.
She gave him a quotation to park.
She likes inverted comas but he didn’t.So they split at 45 degrees.
His colons were semi-detached.
What a narragraph!
He writes like a narrative.
Life is full of stories without punctuation, beginning or blend.
His fiction caused friction as it was clearly debased on the facts of wife.
Her poetry was full of forms but bereft of feeling.
What, a stunner, what a formata.
Just write and add the commas when you flirt
Your writing is so deft it seems unpeeled.
A capital letter? Das Kapital, ok?
Marx was keen on literacy and strangluage.
Can your feelings fill a form? If so, you cannot be published till you freeze them
Take it or weave it.You have my words.
Odious grammar deters the readers.
How my heart sings 