Myrtie, my notion of no one to write about
Seems to be any one other than you;
Therefore, Myrtilla, I'm penning to-night about
Twelve anapestic good verses and true.
Eke my conception of no girl to gaze upon,
O my Myrtilla, includes all the rest,
Saving the one that I'm spilling this praise upon--
You, as it isn't unlikely you've guessed.
Also my notion of nowhere to be at all--
Pardon, Myrtilla, my lack of restraint--
Notion of mapless location is----d. it all--
Anywhere you simultaneous ain't.
