DEAR SIR

DEAR SIR

Sent to Alexander King (1946 age 15)

 

If my name does not ring a bell in your skull

Don’t think you are backward or dull

It’s just that you have not met me

Ah, but I have me you

Without the “How do you do”

Just a simple flick

And television does the trick

I think that you begin to see.

Since I’m not so coy

I shout that I enjoy gazing at your show

And try to learn some things you know

About how not to be so mean

But if you are one who thinks that my poetry stinks

Like ten-year old ham

Well brother, I don’t give a damn

Because at least it’s clean

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