Poem Number 3463

---- A Letter to Someone ----
Dear Someone, is somebody there?
Do you have an idea, an inkling, a care?
I sit here in my everlasting despair
Without the courtesy of even fresh air
But the thought of you brings a grin
Like a long day of travel and a motor inn
Shimmering forth and from within
Kinda like enjoying a drink of cooled gin
Are you a he, a she, or a troll?
If there were others, I'd take a poll
Are you so fat that down a hill you roll ?
Do you eat ice cream buckets by the whole ?
I guess that's no matter when you're not here
Though I'd like to know if you are sincere
That day you got me so drunk with a beer
And whispered wonderful thoughts in my ear
Your name is a blur... is it... Cantaloupe?
Perhaps it'll come in next month's horoscope
Missing you so much makes it hard to cope
Some days I want to hang myself with a rope
Your liberal decrees and voluminous stare
Your raspberry mouth and muddled hair
The overall appearance of you and the flair
Is ever so much more exciting than the county fair
This letter is all I have to express my woe
Drawing your image in the dust with my toe
The sun shines upon it making your hair glow
Please know that I love you always -- The Joe