Sonnet To My Uncle

Dear Uncle Simon: I send you this note,

     And under separate cover also

     A parcel containing, as you might know,

A new and very costly, fur-lined coat,

About which once before to you I wrote.

     I do not need it now, dear Uncle Sime,

     So much as many other things, for I’m

Broke, hit, out of action and cannot float.

And so I turn to you, dear Uncle Sime,

     My only friend when I am thus hard pressed,

     And in your keeping let this garment rest

For thirty days, at the end of which time

     I’ll call and claim my own. I’d like to raise

     About fifteen to go the thirty days.

Dec. 16, ‘04