I hope that I shall never see
That small mark, the apostrophe,
Used to make a some out of a one.
But, alas, the grocer errs,
Selling grape's and lime's and pear's;
The work of editors is never done.
[Note: I had intended to schedule this post to go live at 12:15 pm, but I neglected to change "AM" to "PM" in the scheduler. This was intended to be the second poem in the series, which is why the introduction to the series appears in the next poem and not this one.]