My Letter

My Letter I never thought, but gee, I guess I’d like to be the letter S From head to toe a shapely curve The kind that all the boys observe But NO, that letter’s for a dame I ain’t a dame, check out my name As a guy what would I be What letter is the real me If we’re in CAPs, it’s not a T Big broad shoulders, that’s not me Still in CAPs, the letter D No, that shape does not flatter me In CAPs, the three pronged letter E Whatever could that mid-prong be And ain’t no way I’d be a P That’s another girl’s to me In CAPs, an A, that dunce cap shape The pointed laughs I’d not escape Let’s drop the CAPs they’re not for me Whatever should my letter be Why I could be an “i I bet Not too tall or heavy set Topped off by a dot I’d get I’d be a vowel, that’s better yet I’d be used so many times I’d even have a sound that rhymes And as a poet I would guess And ‘i is better than an S But truth be told, I’d rather see A shapely S than an ‘i like me Mdailey 6/2/12