Dear Mother and Dad,
Due to an unhappy fate,
My thank-you note is very late.
But dishes do accumulate,
And work goes on without a spate,
And Sukey’s diaper gains in weight.
But please do not begin to hate
Or come and hit me on the pate,
Because with me you really rate.
Your gift I sure appreciate—
In fact, I think you’re really great
For sending a box for studs
(I keep in it my fancy duds)
And for the lovely stripéd shirt.
Oh boy, oh boy, do I go fur’ t.
Lots of love,