Phil

Dear Cheryl,

 

My sister sent a present with her
last letter, a stuffed duck.
We named him Daffy—
he’s our “unofficial mascot.”

 

You otta see these
salt-dripping haggard rag-tags
having conversations with Daffy.
He wears a helmet (crushed beer can)
and jungle fatigues (woven razor grass).

 

Cap’n donated a soggy cigar.

 

Love ya, Phil

 

P.S. We’re having Spam for Thanksgiving, probably left over from WWI.