I’d love to come to visit
But think that I must never;
Your friends might be expecting
Someone who actually is clever.
So if the real mortal me
In the flesh should just appear
I might ruin the very image
You’ve worked hard on for a year.
They soon would sure discover
I’m really just quite wacky.
And split their sides a-laughin’
And we’d both feel pretty tacky.
May B. Winkel © 2003