Dear Aubrey Plaza
Where the hell were you
in 1966? I really could have
used a sarcastic girlfriend,
a nerdy Mrs. Peel to my
insecure John Steed, side by
side Avenging the injustices
inherent in Compulsory
Education and tearing
Lafayette High School
a new one in the process.
I don’t mind that your name
sounds like a strip mall in Ohio.
Or that you roll your eyes
so hard they might
pop out at any time.
I know that your friend
has a working time machine.
Get him drunk, steal the keys
and aim for Lexington Kentucky.
On second thought, set it for 1965.
I’ll know you when I see you.
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Who wouldn’t want to be in cahoots with Aubrey Plaza 🙂
This was a joy to read.
hooray!
It seems we’re always trying to get back to 66 or 65 and the back seat of a car.