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I went for a
walk, as I did each morn,
I picked up the mail which was always the norm,
A letter, a bill and two lousy flyers,
One for insurance and one selling tires.
Nothing
seemed special, all was the same,
I looked a bit closer and saw something strange,
A black and white envelope there in the rack,
I scooped up the letter and then headed
back.
The
writing was neat, but my name was spelled wrong,
I write it quite short, but they spelled it quite
long.
I opened the letter to see what it said,
And started to chuckle, for here’s what I
read.
“My
Own Dearest Dave, or whatever you’re
called,
Homeowner, Tenant,” (I was really
appalled),
“I have something special, so don’t go
away,
I’m glad that I reached you, you’re lucky
today.”
“I’ll give you some money,
I’ll give you some fame,
You’ve nothing to lose, and all things to
gain,
Just send twenty copies to all of your friends,
There’s nothing to buy and nothing to
spend.”
“But if you don’t do this,
you’ve no one to blame,
For bad luck will follow and drive you insane,
Your car will not start and you’ll have a flat
tire,
Your house will get robbed and your cat will
expire.”
I thought
it was crazy, another big scam,
A gullible person is not what I am,
I’m nobody’s fool, nor easily swayed,
I ripped up the letter and threw it away.
My life
is on track and I’m right on the mark,
I’d paint the town red if my car would just
start,
I’m ready to party; (that guy was a liar),
Now what is the matter, I have a flat
tire.
I flagged
down a taxi and went on the town,
I found a great party and really got down,
I met a young lady and we did some kissing,
But when I got home, my TV was missing.
Now where
is that cat, she was here when I left,
She’s hiding again, she is such a big pest,
Oh, that’s where she is, over there by the
fire,
I think she is dead, my cat has expired.
I got
into bed and thought of my day,
I had a great evening, doing it my way,
I thought of that letter with all of its rules,
I’m glad that my Mama did not raise a
fool.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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