5 August 2012
"Dear sir, I come to you To ask you the greatest of favours. For my dearest friend who will stay 'til the end He honestly needs a new saviour."
I look at you, in awe, my jaw dropped "Are you honestly going to send that?" You screw up the paper and get writing "True, now I say it sounds crap."
"Try a new approach," I say, "With that, he won't give you his money. Try making me sound like I'm dying, And it really doesn't have to be funny."
"Dear sir, I wouldn't write unless I desperately needed your help. My friend has coughed his last words, What I ask is not for myself,
"My friend won't last long with his savings, He's scraping his pockets, before he hops the twig, If you could please just lend us some cash, Where he'll be he'll be doing the jig."
I grin, and do a victory air- punch, Say, "Friend, this is the best that I've seen, We'll get all the money we need, To be dancing in the Forest of Dean."
Scandal • Opuss № I