Holdens Sonnet

Allie wrote poems on his baseball mitt
I've read them all, every little bit
I will never forget the day he died
I will never forget how much I cried

Phoebee is my sister, I love her lots
I think of her when i drink my scotch
You would really love her, she is topnotch
When I think of her my stomachs in knots

When we were young Jane and I were best friends
We always played checkers on the weekends
She always kept her kings on the back row
But her step dad would come out and bellow

Thinking of them, it makes me depressed
I feel so lonely my life is a mess!