I got my letter today, She got hers yesterday. Mine came from down under. Hers came from up above. Mine was wrote in cold hard blood red, Hers was written in a soft warm blue. In her letter, she was invited to come anytime as there will always be a place for her. Mine said that I am late, I should have been there a long time ago, but they had been busy finding places for everyone.
Her letter came by special delivery, my letter was shoved under the door by some one that ran away. Her letter said she was right most of the time and had only made one mistake in all her life. My letter said; everything I do is wrong and what I do is bad, you have always been wrong and you have never done anything right and it didn’t look like I ever would! My letter also said: I was her one and only mistake.
My certificate was withheld or destroyed , hers was printed in gold and renewed for ever. Hers had many signatures, mine only had one that could hardly be read.
Hers was neat and orderly, Mine was ragged, sloppy messy and drug through the mud. Hers was in a clean nice envelope, mine was in a torn, well used brown paper sack.
Her nose is cute, small and lovable. Mine is Big, Brown and Red with a pimple on the tip, Snot runs out of my crocked nose, down my lips and into my mouth. It is always dripping into my food with long hairs growing out of my nose.
Both of my ears hang down and the right one is sound proof, can’t hear a thing. One leg is shorter than the other and I am told that I am always out of step. Flipper took off with my glasses. Said a guy that turned into a fish needed them. And I just now noticed a sign on the bath room door that says, (Keep Out! )
She has a black poodle that loves her, I have a white rat that hates me. I found an empty box of Rat poison. Wonder what happened to the poison? She is left handed and I am right. People love her, The same people don’t know me and say they do not want to. She has control of all assets. I have all the ? Come to think about it, I don’t have anything. My Social Security comes with her name on the check.
She has had my life insured and she is the beneficiary. It’s triple indemnity if I have an accident. I have a half pint of red dirt in a jar and an expired gift certificate.
She cooks for herself and sons, I eat left over stuff, if the dog don’t get them first. She took my name, I never gave it to her, She sold my car for peanuts, then she ate them and she gave my good suit to the Indian mission, along with my old red wagon. The watch wouldn’t sell so it went into the trash can. Don’t know where my shoes are, can’t find them. But that is okay, I don’t have any good socks anyway, they all have holes.
We have two toilet paper holder in the bath room, one is marked Hers and other is marked His. Hers is the extra soft stuff, mine is an old sears catalog from 1910.
A man came yesterday and changed the looks on the doors, then he gave her the only key, Should I be suspicious ? Oh! I found one shoe, it had broken glass in it. and the shoe lace was missing.
Now I don’t know how she done it, but I am positive that she did it someway, Last week was a week for “Doing Good Deeds” for the Girl scouts. I was standing on this corner, waiting for a green light. Along comes, a little girl scout, and she wants to help me across the street, Well I am always willing to help the Girl scouts, Once we were across, I thanked her and bought a box of cookies from her. Along come another girl scout and she also wants to help me across the street. So away we went. Within a few minutes along comes a third girl scout who wants to help me across the street. Now, I have been helped across that street Sixteen Times and had bought a dozen boxes of cookies before that bus got there.
Some nights, my sweetheart wakes up screaming and I go to see what is wrong, but the door is locked. I knock and She asked “ who is it” I tell her who I am and she scream louder. My bed has things moving around under it, hers don’t. She has lights in her room, I only have a candle. I have to make the coffee in the mornings, she drinks it, but never complains. She sleeps late, I have to get up early. I have to make my own bed and dress myself, feed her dog, bring in the news paper, put up the shades and then pull them down again, she runs around half dressed and makes me cover my eyes. Sometimes I think I'll peek, but I know better.
She says she loves me, if no one else is around to hear her. She thinks I am a pushover and she is right! She is so good to me. That is why I love her so much.
By; Ben R.
9/17/2010
Her letter came by special delivery, my letter was shoved under the door by some one that ran away. Her letter said she was right most of the time and had only made one mistake in all her life. My letter said; everything I do is wrong and what I do is bad, you have always been wrong and you have never done anything right and it didn’t look like I ever would! My letter also said: I was her one and only mistake.
My certificate was withheld or destroyed , hers was printed in gold and renewed for ever. Hers had many signatures, mine only had one that could hardly be read.
Hers was neat and orderly, Mine was ragged, sloppy messy and drug through the mud. Hers was in a clean nice envelope, mine was in a torn, well used brown paper sack.
Her nose is cute, small and lovable. Mine is Big, Brown and Red with a pimple on the tip, Snot runs out of my crocked nose, down my lips and into my mouth. It is always dripping into my food with long hairs growing out of my nose.
Both of my ears hang down and the right one is sound proof, can’t hear a thing. One leg is shorter than the other and I am told that I am always out of step. Flipper took off with my glasses. Said a guy that turned into a fish needed them. And I just now noticed a sign on the bath room door that says, (Keep Out! )
She has a black poodle that loves her, I have a white rat that hates me. I found an empty box of Rat poison. Wonder what happened to the poison? She is left handed and I am right. People love her, The same people don’t know me and say they do not want to. She has control of all assets. I have all the ? Come to think about it, I don’t have anything. My Social Security comes with her name on the check.
She has had my life insured and she is the beneficiary. It’s triple indemnity if I have an accident. I have a half pint of red dirt in a jar and an expired gift certificate.
She cooks for herself and sons, I eat left over stuff, if the dog don’t get them first. She took my name, I never gave it to her, She sold my car for peanuts, then she ate them and she gave my good suit to the Indian mission, along with my old red wagon. The watch wouldn’t sell so it went into the trash can. Don’t know where my shoes are, can’t find them. But that is okay, I don’t have any good socks anyway, they all have holes.
We have two toilet paper holder in the bath room, one is marked Hers and other is marked His. Hers is the extra soft stuff, mine is an old sears catalog from 1910.
A man came yesterday and changed the looks on the doors, then he gave her the only key, Should I be suspicious ? Oh! I found one shoe, it had broken glass in it. and the shoe lace was missing.
Now I don’t know how she done it, but I am positive that she did it someway, Last week was a week for “Doing Good Deeds” for the Girl scouts. I was standing on this corner, waiting for a green light. Along comes, a little girl scout, and she wants to help me across the street, Well I am always willing to help the Girl scouts, Once we were across, I thanked her and bought a box of cookies from her. Along come another girl scout and she also wants to help me across the street. So away we went. Within a few minutes along comes a third girl scout who wants to help me across the street. Now, I have been helped across that street Sixteen Times and had bought a dozen boxes of cookies before that bus got there.
Some nights, my sweetheart wakes up screaming and I go to see what is wrong, but the door is locked. I knock and She asked “ who is it” I tell her who I am and she scream louder. My bed has things moving around under it, hers don’t. She has lights in her room, I only have a candle. I have to make the coffee in the mornings, she drinks it, but never complains. She sleeps late, I have to get up early. I have to make my own bed and dress myself, feed her dog, bring in the news paper, put up the shades and then pull them down again, she runs around half dressed and makes me cover my eyes. Sometimes I think I'll peek, but I know better.
She says she loves me, if no one else is around to hear her. She thinks I am a pushover and she is right! She is so good to me. That is why I love her so much.
By; Ben R.
9/17/2010
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