Dot’s entry today is bound to bring some chuckles and guffaws!

I promised I’d answer 5 letters tonight, and tho’ I’d just love to, there’s no time to write      To the love of my life who’s so far away and who counts on the letter I write every day.

There’ll be other nights, Darling, when news will be rare,                                                                And your answer will come, so don’t you despair.

I know that this poem doesn’t sound much like Whittier.                                                                  For that, it should be sad, or perhaps a bit wittier.

Instead, this one smells, and it smells but good.                                                                                  And if any should give up on poetry, I should!

But it’s really such fun, just making things rhyme,                                                                              And I’m just having a heck of a time!

Knowing that you are wishing full well that I’d take my poems and go straight to Hello, Honey, yes, I am still here, and if you drank, you could cry in your beer.

I guess that I’d better go straight to bed and thus help you soothe your poor aching head.

Tho’ my poetry stinks and my letters are brief, I love you my Darling, beyond all belief!

P.S. Please don’t hold this against me.