LETTERS: Poem to The Press

I think that letter writing is A most familiar bore.

I make an e-mail do the biz, And even that’s a chore.

But I have to admit that I tend To epistolic capers

And every once in awhile I send A letter to the papers.

Of cuttings, I have albums full On great and little matters;

And while I keep a temper cool My thinking goes to shatters.

I’m simply nuts on human rights, I think the world’s a mess,

So to let off steam I simply write A letter to the Press.

I cannot tolerate the studs’ ideas on guns,

They think that each should have artillery by the tons

I have my hunter’s pieces that I’ve cherished all the while,

But those of War and Murder with my writing I defile.

And those who think the country needs no government

I must spout off my chafings to editorial firmament.

I know I can’t eliminate the country’s Republican Mess

But by the Gods I can email — a letter to The Press!

RON BOOTHE

Kingston