They’re annoyingly incomplete, as a Certain Someone has discovered . . .
I’m getting quite stressed, and the most likely cause is
My granddaughter’s use of subordinate clauses.
“Which I like to do” says the culprit with glee,
“To wind you up, Granddad. As much as can be.”
A subordinate clause makes no sense, we are taught:
It’s less than a sentence, an incomplete thought.
Which is why it’s annoying. (Was that one? Oh dear –
Subordinate clauses are catching, I fear.)
How I long for a sentence (a main clause would do).
I’m tired of subordinate clauses – aren’t you?
Perhaps one day soon, as an act of repentance,
She’ll talk to me using a complete complex sentence.