Form Letter Reply


Little Johnny Poet Dude
Wrought a pome he thought was good
Posted it on a board he liked
And so he waited newly psyched

Time went by, no one replied
Well plenty, not the one he spied
As the one he’d like to date
Even though t’would not be fate

Her name was something birds would sing
I can’t relate it on this thing
Just listen to your heart go still
Or climb up to the highest hill

From there on high where it descends
The highest mountains she would mend
As the tear across his heart
Too bad they lived so far apart

So little Johnny Poet Dude
Who’s head was not so tightly screwed
Fell so sick upon the sight
That reply, she didn't, on that night

He left the board for good he said,
“All poetry is better left there dead
As the words I would have wrought
What lessons on this night has taught”

The babe whose name the birds would sing
(who happened to wear a diamond ring)
came in late from boyfriends Jeep
the birds all chirp that she was “cheep”

She went to Passions… well… er… um…
I mean some site she thought was dumb
And read a poem by some young guy
Who thought she walked on clouds so high

She swigged some beer and burped real loud
“So how’s about that highest cloud?”
A sobriety test she’d never fail
If sweetened lies could here prevail

Months did pass and Johnny Dude
Apologized for being rude
Returned to post like ne’er before
As to that girl, he’d just ignore

One day of year that time recalls
On Johnny Dude a wait befalls
He sees the post she left for him
His feelings…What to do with them?

And so the cynic side of John
Suddenly leaves, is up and gone
He returns to writing lovely rhyme
For the girl he’ll win in time

As to the girl that birds would sing
Just maybe not the nicest things
Will "Dear John" note, on here, rely
She calls her poem “Form Letter Reply”