Dear Mr M

Nothing much, just an angry girl's reply to a nutcase.

Dear Mr. M

Dear Mr. M,

You can go away now,

Why M when you are an N?

You have the anger know how,

And I have my loyal men.

Dear Mr. M,

Why N you asked?

You're a capital N Nutcase,

You're just a waste,

Of time and I,

I never go astray,

But you can go away.

So Mr. M,

Pack your suitcase,

Pack all your darling grace,

For you Mr. M I will always say,

Mr. M go away!