Two were at the table
The same place
Where days spin past
They stay put
Words reaching to paper sentences
Happy was the chosen word
The letter went along the lines of
Repeat, repeat and stress...
"Dear sir (happy) son,
I give you this happy car
It has lots of happy miles
And will last many happy years
You and your happy sons will have this car for a happy long time to come
I happily hope this sentiment becomes true
Your happy father"
The wife and mother thinks
Maybe he should pick a different word
At the end
"You used it more than once,"
Her voice sounding as if her husband stole all her happy
The husband isn't so sure
His slow response unsure
"What should I use instead?"
His head swinging on its neck hinge
Up, the rusted thing tilts
"There is no car, so why bother"
And the happy (?), confused man starts the letter over