Write By Return

Clerk, corresponding,     Rooster and Comb,     Here I sit idle     Thinking of home;     I must be grafting,     Living to earn,     More correspondence,     Write by return.     Clerk in employ of     Shoddy and Woods,     Thinks that we have not     Forwarded goods.     Parcel we sent them,     Missing, I learn,     Says in his postscript:     Write by return.     Here is another     Letter from Bland,     Cheque he expected     Isnt to hand.     How we forgot it     Cannot discern,     Forward remittance,     Write by return.     Here is another,     O how they come?     Treats of a Bender     Planned by a chum.     See on the margin,     Big letters: Burn     After perusal,     Write by return.     Mail in from England,     Letters for me,     Dear little sweetheart     Over the sea.     Quite broken-hearted,     O how I yearn     Only to see you. . . .     Write by return.     One who will never     Think that Im bad     Writes me a letter     Tearful and sad.     Thinks that Im starving,     Filled with concern,     Sends me some money,     Write by return.     Letter from father,     Sent to his son,     All is forgiven,     Fat calf for one.     O that I ever     Thought he was stern,     Money for passage,     Write by return.