NaPM April 27 2013

[NakedBear]

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

Please find enclosed my poem, late
as was my girlfriend Thursday morn.
On Saturday we went to Pate’s,
the drug store over by Lamb’s Porn.
You know the place, I know; Lamb told
me that you bought the “Beast” from him,
until you signed up for their gold
subscription. Now, I once did skim
that mag, and seldom judge: but man,
you’re rather sick if that’s your taste.
I think that stuff they should soon ban,
and fear your rep will go to waste
if ever this got out; don’t fear.
I’m mute as clam with pearls withheld,
and did this work while sipping beer,
while she, with pills, her fears had quelled.

But anyway, accept this work,
as late as it now is - or else.
Then mark it well. Don’t be a jerk.

Thanks, and have a good day.

Sincerely,
Mikey.

~~

EDIT: missed a word on L3