Separated by such distance,
Yet your letters bring you near;
Through the miles we share a friendship
That's become to me most dear.

Friends through correspondence only;
Still, your face I need not see
For your soul shines through the pages
Every time you write to me.

You've a special way of writing,
Warming as the sunshine rays,
Bringing joy and inspiration,
Letter brightening up my days.

You've enriched my life, my dear one,
And I'm glad God willed we meet,
"Friendship's Road" is that much nicer
Traveling it with one so sweet.

~Author Unknown~

So under the bed the burglar crept, he crept up close to the wall,
He didn't know it was an old maid's room or he wouldn't have had the gall.
He thought of the money that he would steal, as under the bed he lay,
But at nine o'clock he saw a sight, that made his hair turn gray.

At nine o'clock the old maid came in, "I am so tired," she said.
She thought that all was well that night, so she didn't look under the bed.
She took out her teeth and her big glass eye, and the hair from off her head,
The burglar, he had forty fits, as he watched from under the bed.

From under the bed the burglar crept, he was a total wreck,
The old maid wasn't asleep at all, and she grabbed him by the neck.
She didn't holler, or shout or call, she was as cool as a clam,
She only said, "The Saints be praised, at last I've got a man!".

From under the pillow a gun she drew, and to the burglar she said,
"Young man, if you don't marry me, I'll blow off the top of your head!"
She held him firmly by the neck, he hadn't a chance to scoot,
He looked at the teeth and the big glass eye, and said,

"Madam, for
Pete's sake, shoot!"

~Author Unknown~