Lady Madonna,
Help! Yesterday, I lost my ticket to ride. Somebody yelled something like, "Hey Jude!" at me. I think they were a day tripper. I told them, "Get back!" Then, somebody needed directions to Penny Lane. I told them to take the long and winding road until you reach the yellow submarine repair shop.
I got in another fight with my husband again. He had a hard day's night at work. It seems like he's working eight days a week. He told me, "I want to hold your hand." And I said, "Can't buy me love." One of his friends told me, "All you need is love." I told him that I feel fine.
The next night, my husband told me, "Love me do, from me to you," and handed me a card that read, "Come together." I ripped it up. He told me to let be.
Without permission, my friend told my husband, "She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" My son told me he wanted to be a paperback writer. I asked him if we could work something out so maybe he could have a future.
I was in such a hurry last week. It seemed as if all I could say was "Hello, Goodbye!" John and Yoko have a ballad now! It's called The Ballad of John and Yoko.
Sincerely,
Eleanor Rigby
Monday, January 19, 2004
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