I wondered why I should receive
Your literary missile:
Was it out of sympathy
For my bedraggled whistle?
Or were you feeling sorry for
The woeful way I’m dressed;
Or the way my shoes are never shined,
And pants sre never pressed?
Or could it be the load I bear
Had made you literary;
Or maybe all those miles I tramp
Had made you sorry, very?
Or possibly (O, surely not–
What with a guy like Jimmie)
That you had gone you wacky, and
Were fascinated wi’ me!
But I am onto all your wiles–
Don’t try to spoof your betters–
For that was just a line of “Bull”
So I would bring you letters!
Still–answer’s there for me to find,
If I were energetic:
It’s that we ALL possess this urge
To sometimes wax poetic!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 16, 1943
