letters

letters from
the kind that bite, the bills, the fright
or those that waste, that have no taste
worse, those that tell of friends in hell
but some might be the very start
of matters pertaining to the heart
letters to
dear sir or madam, pleased to say
i saw your lottery win today
and should you have the spare to share
i too could be a millionaire
‘tis only fair
letters of
announcement conviviality
your presence sunday next for tea
or maybe sit in pews on right
for son at last his troth will plight
but better mend a friendship’s lack
over fine cigars and old cognac
 
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