Memo
From: Paige
To: Junie
Re: Surplus
It was a little known fact that we, here at B.B. Publishing, have in our possession a massive surplus of punctuation, adverbs, adjectives, and "big fancy words"
previously unused by our numero uno client.
Unfortunately, the feline has been let out of the Saks sack, and we have been asked to distribute and "share the wealth" with our fellow publishing establishments.
I am more than willing to pass out a few commas and exclamation points, as they keep clogging the cappuccino machine, but the descriptive bailout has me concerned.
Word has it, that these may need to be stockpiled for our future client, also known as "The Manly Poet of Sod".
I am told that his poems, while pithy and articulate, lack a certain descriptive quality which can only be likened to warm, bland sand or soggy toast.
Also, the United Workers of Homonym, are requesting a fifteen minute break every second half hour.
Perhaps it was a brake? I'm really not quite sure.
Would you be a dear, and check that out for me?
