Tuesday, November 22, 2005
my dear em el one six four eight
To: ml1648@atown.net
my dear em el one six four eight
i know you don't appreciate
my scathing-er attempts at satire
(my writing now goes over like a flat tire
on a refurbed, shiny delta eighty-eight)
but dearest em el one six four eight
who but me would know how really great
your loving heart is, how sweetly delicate
your sensibilities? -- alas i am too late
to reach you, you've fled from me in haste
the mike you once could tolerate
is now the mike you love to hate
my dear em el one six four eight
i know you don't appreciate
my scathing-er attempts at satire
(my writing now goes over like a flat tire
on a refurbed, shiny delta eighty-eight)
but dearest em el one six four eight
who but me would know how really great
your loving heart is, how sweetly delicate
your sensibilities? -- alas i am too late
to reach you, you've fled from me in haste
the mike you once could tolerate
is now the mike you love to hate
