Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!
ihaunt you are to funny, I keep flying by & still got nothing. I do have a good sense of humor, really, I do!! But I can't tell a joke for the life of me.