Dear Susie Derkins:
I'd rather heave half a brick
Than say I love you, though I do,
I'd rather crawl in a hole
Than call you darling, though you are,
I'd rather wrench of an arm than
Hug you though it's what I long to do
I'd rather gather a posy of Poison Ivy
Than ask if you love me.
So if my hair doesn't stand on end,
It's because I never tease it,
And if my heart isn't in my mouth,
It's because it knows its place
And if I don't take a bite of your ear
It's because gristle gripes my guts
And if you miss the message,
Better get new glasses and read it twice.
Love, Calvin
