Bobby McRicky

Dear Bobbie McRicky,
You amaze me really in the sense that I love your leotard but I missed your tierra.  (Bobbie is a she).  I find you thought provoking quite often sometimes but I mean you no enmity.  It was just a shame you never wore a tierra with such a fine pink and blue leotard that your father purchased for half its price in the whole sale section of a drug store in paradise.  I see you in my mind as a turbulent soul and that distresses my tuba collection. It was fun to play a tuba for you when I was younger but I am certain that you didn't like it as much as the french horn that you bought from a dress maker from the Bermuda Triangle.  Where do you go at night these days I never ask myself, but where do you get those balloons that you like to pass out is a big question that baffles my thoughts.   I must say that pretty pink saucers at your birthday party were a coquettish way to celebrate life but I never tell you how to serve tea to friends.   Just give me 2 lumps of sugar and keep it warm.  Thanks Bobbie.  I never wanted to hear your voice when I was sleeping ever.   Never today and never tomorrow.  But if you are in distress and I may be a friend again, I'll surely accept your phone call at 10 in the morning on a Monday or a Thursday once a month but no more than three times a year.  That's all we need to share and I hope that you like the tuba store I created online to sell more tubas to the cheerleaders that love to sing in the dungeon of testimony.  It was a new year that I prayed for for your challenges to be met with insight.  If you get to that year, I will be a doctor who heals patients again with a touch of ice.  It was a benefit to see your proclivities but really, the silly quarter that you painted purple on one side and lavender on the other was not a quarter that I ever could sincerely spend in life and it does not look good in my piggy bank either.