My Dear John Letter

Dear John, I hear you’re married — imagine my surprise!

Perhaps I shouldn’t have tarried, when sparks shot from your eyes

My father says I’m lucky  (for now my fortune’s mine)

If I had loved your wicked ways — I would not have a dime…

The gambler in your fantasy, of whom you might well be

Is thick with sweet surrender, a kind I cannot see

Your cracking gun reminds me now, that all good things do swell

as blowfish when in danger, and beds stuffed down a well

Dear John, I know you’re happy, your working girl has quit —

her job and now she loves you — for life —

she’s yours — to wit…

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agw