Worth lookin’ at, say I.
Steuart M. Emery, Pvt., M.P.
LETTERS
My buddy reads his letters to me, and, say, he sure can write!
I have to sit and chew my pen and even then
The way it reads when I get through I know it’s pretty sad
As far as composition goes; the grammar, too, is bad.
But talk about—gee, he can sling the ink to beat the band,
And picture everything he’s seen a way that sure is grand.
I got him to write a note to my gal and, golly, it was fine!