This was an actual letter I sent to a friend of mine a few days back. It was going to be one of those "Hey, here is what I have been doing for the last six months" notes and that would not do! So, for my dear verbose, literary friend, this was the letter for her.
“A note!” cried she, one day,
For her friend had much to say,
From a friend, news is good
All the trials she’s withstood
Now there is no more dismay!
When last I told my tale
Life had gotten rather stale.
My friends were lame
And my job was the same
In fact, I wanted was to bail!
Things, though now, are better
Particularly from my last letter,
All the time, I hike
Off on my own, I strike
Life is now but rarely a fetter.
There once was a girl in Seattle,
Who fought a very great battle.
She found a new job
And started to sob:
“I am no longer BN cattle!”
Her job, we were told, was librarian.
Work is hard, but only a smidgen,
Her students she loves,
But they oft need shoves
But her calm prevails - she’s vegetarian!
Nights and weekends are still her hours
But in her new apartment, she showers.
There is much she’d do
For her great view
For two bedrooms, she never sours.
It is not that she dropped out of school
For Heather is not a great fool
UW upped its rates
And that she totally hates!
So now she is feeling so uncool!
A new performance she has – not recital
Guest Lecuturer is her newest title
It is Slavic Lit she relishes
Good lectures – she wishes,
Even if she has only one pupil!
Now obsessed she is with researching,
For Gogol and Chekhov, she’s searching.
Her passions are kindled
It must be dissembled
Towards the finish, she’s still lurching.
Friends are now a good consolation,
At this important life-station.
We often drink beer
Now for more than a year
But I find I still need a vacation.
To Vashon, she goes, in a few weeks,
And it is quiet and rest that she seeks,
To sit on the porch,
By the light of the torch
And atone her frantic, hectic streaks.
“Time to get back to work,” says she.
To let the rhyming dictionary be.
Friend, have a great day!
Though there is more to say
But your letter filled me with glee!