Did I do a good job, huh, Darlin’?

Was I convincin’? Twernt my first reaction ta the news, lemme tell ya. But given the choice ‘tween gittin’ real riled up at havin’ ta wait fer more months fer Santa ta de-liver me, er havin’ ‘at love-fueled faith ya spoke of, I hadda go wit’ the ladder. Twernt easy ‘tall. ‘cuz I felt like I’d bin de-hearted!! But ‘twas the least I cud muster kinsiderin’ yer always tellin’ me so sweet like nere ta git stressed, nere ta lose hope. So’s I try my best fer ya, all on my own out here. I doan always git the why er whar fer but I try. I’m sad, but I try. I’m lonely, but I try. I’m kinfused sometimes, but I try. ‘N it doan help ‘at I kint find ‘at &*^%#!!!!! ‘At I doan have a way of askin’ ‘cept here fer all ta see. But I try.

I had a funny joke fer ya, Bud darlin’, ‘bout field diggin’ picked jest fer you, but I doan think I cud tell it quite the right way in this here funk. It doan help none either not hearin’ from ya ta-day ‘specially. I know ya got loads o’chores on yer plate ‘n I cud wait a long long time jest as long as I knew you twernt feelin’ bad – either wit’ me, er ‘at the world ore all. I sure hope it’s treatin’ ya better’n it is me. Doan mean ta be sa sour, I know thangs’ll git better, I do. I jest miss ya, ‘n I’m tired o’pretendin’ ta myself ‘at I doan, ‘at I kin wait fer Santa ‘n be happy all the while doin’ it. I’m a feelin’ a riled-up comin’ on so’s I better not carry on no more. I’ll try ‘n have some hope ‘n tell myself maybe I got it wrong. Maybe since ever day is Christmas, Santa will put me unner our tree early this year. Oh wayull, one kin always hope, huh?

One thang, baby, I wanna clear up – ‘bout ‘at soiled dove thang. I dint bring it up again ‘cuz a you. I ‘member what ya said. ‘N I dint mean ‘tall ta be rubbin’ nuttin’ in. It’s jest ‘at I am, no matter what ya say. I kint change what I mayuv done in my past, but it sure makes me feel a whole lot better readin’ what ya said ‘bout it, ‘n I jest planned on tellin’ ya that in ‘at rainy day closet. Jest so’s ya know.

Lessee, what else is here in my catchup bag?…I was a li’l remiss in my attributions back thar…a li’l AJ Lerner bridgadoonery, ‘ats all…hmmm, got my hair cut, Bud, dark ‘n curly, jest the way ya like it…haven’t seen any movies lately, like you have, but I’ll be sure ‘n try ta catch the ones ya saw, so’s we kin have us a real howl ‘bout ‘em if’n they come up in the closet…’n oh, lookee here…a riddle fer ya I hadn’t yit put ferth…whatcha doin’ when yer doin’ percussive maint’nance on a thang? Ya mite not know ‘at one, bein’ careful like the way ya’are, but have a go at it when ya have some time…

Well darlin’, time fer me ta skedaddle from this li’l room 8 pittie party I seem ta be throwin’. Wish I cudda bin roun’ here more the past few days when you were. But ‘tween the skuzzy cab ride I hafta take ta git here ‘n the prunefaced desk clerk who times my ever visit, not ta mention the nosy clean-up crew – well, ‘nuffa ‘my troubles. Geez, sorry fer bein’ sa down ta-day. Must be the moon.

When no-one else kin unnerstan’ me
When everythang I do is wrong
Ya give me hope ‘n consolation
Ya give me strength ta carry on

’N yer always thar ta lend a hand
In everythang I do
’Ats the wonder
The wonder o’you

’N when ya smile the world is brighter
Ya touch my hand ‘n I’m a queen
Yer kiss ta me is worth a fortune
Yer love fer me is everythang

I guess I’ll nere know the reason why
Ya love me like you do
’Ats the wonder
The wonder o’you

Baker Knight

XO
Always ‘n forever,
Deanie