Red Hair Girl, Me and you, We take whirl, In stinkland sewer tube, Please wear golden armor, Always make Grulpo harder

me make more poetry for you tomorrow. think about you all night long in pants. good bye.

Grulpo

Senestia reads the letter, cringing near the end of the poem. Knowing so very little about this "stinkland sewer tube" and nothing about anybody named "Grulpo" (which, in both cases she really doesn't want to learn more about), she decides to simply throw away the letter, but not after copying down first thre lines of the poem into her special project book with a shrug.

is went to sleep, but was hard. so Grulpo make more poetries in hope of enflaming ardent desire

with long look and longer sigh Grulpo love red lady from behind

please to be mine

Grulpo

Senestia raises an eyebrow with surprise at the phrase "enflaming ardent desire" being used but frowns at the rest of the letter. Into the garbage it goes.