Dear
Editor:
The
That
You
Sent,
Leaving
Me
Slightly
Bent,
Turned
Down
My
Book,
At
Which
You
Had
Eight
Months
To
Look,
And
Rejected,
As
You
Were
Well
Able,
Calling
My
Stuff
A
Fable!
Lord
Above,
A
Story
Of
Death
And
Love?
Okay,
I must
Politely
Say,
But
Mark
My
Word,
You
Literary
Turd,
You
Skunk,
To
Class
The
Work
As
Junk,
I’m
Bidding
You
Good
Bye,
To
Give
Some
One
More
Sensible
A
Try,
And
Every
Word
You
Read
I’m
Sure
Will
Knock
‘Em
Dead.