Sometimes we write the letter, but we're not really sorry.
Dear Mrs. Gambill-West,
I’m sorry the chocolate stained Margaret Jane’s party dress.
But, if she hadn’t dared me by sticking out her tongue,
And tickled and teased me and then turned to run,
I never would have thrown that cake,
Or caused the food fight mess.
Please excuse my rudeness,
And lack of thoughtfulness.
Gordon G. Guess.
P.S. My mother made me write this. It’s all Margaret Jane’s fault.