WOULD SHE BE MAD?

A word came to my mind,

And landed on my paper.

And became a part of a line,

That I was writing in my letter.

It was then that I saw,

That the words that I thought,

Could leave me in awe,

As much as the sentences I sought.

So I finished my letter,

Then wrote the address,

And I felt so much better,

For the PO would do the rest.

But still I thought all day,

My friend would be sad,

When she found I'd gone away,

Hopefully she would not be mad.

For the letter would tell,

I'd be back by summer,

For I was going for only a short spell,

Only thing I'd taken her HUMMER!