He wished me a Tepid New Year
I wished him an Avid New Leer
He cried, Merry Witless
I didn’t want to marry Hitler
In a manner of speaking.
I had no cyanide
I’m damned if I would kill myself to please Evil Men
.I am still mourning my father and he died 67 years 4 months and 5 days ago, approximately
Three disguised men came by for the trans fair.
They brought their own facilities
I went on the Ghost Train.
Everyone is on that now but no father
How my heart sings 
I am glad that you are still managing to write.
Thank you, David.