Facsimile

 
 
What can I say?
I’m off to San Jose,
unbelievably,
to see Emily.
She wants not to wait.
I’ve got to go;
I’m Russian tune fro.
No time now for idle talk
nor time with you to walk.
I ask a favor
I won’t belabor:
While I’m on my way,
will you facsimile
and teller I’ll be late.