I have just thought of a terrible joke. My entry now runs thuswise.
Dear Polly
I'm as corny as Kansas in August. I'm as normal, but you know how it goes. I'm in love thricely with a wonderful gal (I have never been tempted to an invert's sad passion) and she loves me. But there is just the teeniest rift within the lute (else why should I write you) that, while my downy darling is May, I am, no not December by any manner of means, but perhaps the first tremble of the descendent leaf. Yes, there is an age gap. And further (alas for further) there is another woman in the case. She loves me, tempestuously, irredeemably, and (again alas) my heart is pledged. Besides, she is my darling's mother. How can I, in the nicest possible way, tell her to back off. Vile phrase but there it is?
Polly Gamist (Mormon Times) Marry them both and live happily ever after.
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