A thousand, to one
No no no, they said
Maybe yes, I still say
Who knows, that’s the point;

Don’t play, with fire
You may burn your finger, they said
You don’t understand, what this is
You don’t know me, I said;

A comma, here and there
It still remains, a comma
Neither a period, nor a capital
A comma, that is what is;

What is it, a comma
Something in between, not sure
Good can follow, maybe bad too
It is what it is, if a comma works;

A comma is also, a separation
Who know who comes first, or last
The independent, no need for comma
The dependent, can’t live without one;

Who knows what a comma is?
At least it’s not a question mark.