Mum, I’ve got a lot to tell you.
Me and Joe have had a bust up.
This will be the last letter
with the post mark stamped N.Y.
I’ve met a film producer.
Please don’t laugh his name is Sheldon.
He’s what the people here all call
a real together guy.
He is off to California
and he wants me to go with him.
Oh, thanks for your last letter
I was thrilled to hear from you.
The pictures of Aunt Edna
are all absolutely…lovely,
and incidentally Sheldon’s mum,
loves Mantovani too.
Mum, you must ignore the neighbors.
You can’t stop Cassius barking.
You’ll become a nervous wreck, love,
just by listening to them.
Sheldon’s got a house in Bel Air,
well, it’s really a pink mansion.
It’s got electric gates and armed guards,
and he calls it La Boheme.
Sheldon has a lot of meetings.
Well, he’s terribly ambitious.
He’s working on a musical ‘bout
Rommel, as a boy.