Dear Ms. Purdy

Dear, Ms. Purdy,

How are you? I ask because, I have no clue. Last time we met, you gave me fright. You weren't’t looking well, that night. I guess the weather had you down. It changes, daily, in this town. But, guess what? I have great news. I've got some medicine for you.

 A secret remedy, you see. Was handed down my family tree. Great Uncle Clyde, he made from scratch, this secret Taylor's cure-all batch. It's one-part herbs and one-part rum. And, gosh, it's awful on the tongue. A biting sting that burns and numbs, and boils inside your tummy-tum. It's makes the eyes, both sting and water. Take too much; it'll make you holler. And use a spoon. Not like my sister. Used her hands. now, she's got blisters. They look like warts that's easily bruised, Emits a greenish, palsy ghoul But, it's not as bad as that. I think Unk made a lousy batch.

 Yours is better, that I swear, upon my mother's underwear. With this letter, you'll find instructions. Box was taped to prevent busting. All, in all, I miss you, sorely. Man, your cooking really soiled me. Hope this letter, found you better. By the way; thanks for the sweater. Loved it so much. Girl, you're so sweet. I kept it on, an entire week. And, in closing, may I say; have a blessed and lovely day.

Sincerely, and dearly,

James