Dead Letter Derby

My girl, she is, she

my soulmate to be,

she’s a kook, a madcap

and a loon.

We met at a fair,

I fell for her hair,

her lips, she’s a

singular boon.

Her scathing remarks,

she queen of the Ozarks

her mountains beckon her

to its ruins.

Her wit and her charm,

leaves her suitors alarmed,

She was born on

a silver spoon.

She’s taller, and she

she’s taller than me!

and I’m dancing to her

simple tune.

A swing and a prance,

a bottled romance,

and I’m clicking my heels

to the moon.

– Toronto, Canada