For all you that read my brother’s page,
I know that it is all the rage,
To embrace the language of poet and sage
I merely don’t have the patience for it.
So if you choose to in couplets utter
All your emails – without a stutter! –
You have my praise, thought I may mutter
That you’ve gone ’round the bend a bit!
Love you, Sweetie. Miss you, Darlin’. And I’m behind you 100 billion percent!
