Dear Sir, sorry to post,
a scrap of paper is all I could find,
but could you please try to release some monies owed,
for a bathroom window puttied in, and leaky tap sorted.
You see I've been caught short on shop day
and the wife expects ham soup with peas.
So please, I need only half the cash;
release the rest when you can best afford.
I write this cordially and without intention
of leaving you without, a feeling I well know
of no brass in pocket, yet my docket clearly shows
a price reasonable for steady wage at going rate.
My fate is in your hands, I do so hate a final demand
and know that life’s not all beer and skittles so take pity
if you can, a brown envelope with a five pound note
would give me hope of an improved tomorrow, not needing
to borrow while sleeping sound after hot soup all round
and a weekend passed in style, with a bright shiny sixpence
for each and every child. Signed Mr. Gardner (Tradesman)
on behalf of my good wife Sadie and her sixteen children.
PS I will always regard you as an impeccable chap,
in anticipation of something falling in my lap.