I was in love with Margaret Salinger
J.D. would have not approved
But he normally didn't care
So the coast is clear of doting father
Beyond pretty, Meg is a gem
She’s smart, got her father’s genes
She’s pretty, her mother is the same
Her parents split, what a shame
Margaret was her daddy’s little girl
They watched classic movies on reel
Amidst the New England woods
Fairy-tale setting, ideal for moods
Imagine Meg growing up to be Margaret
Went to college, worked as a mechanic
Jerome David could have made it easier
For her to earn a diploma, plus money for beer
But, no, daddy loved his isolation
Her daughter’s desolation forced her
To find a man of his image, futile
She hated him like Plath hated Hitler
The dream catcher wasn’t much help
All it did was give a catchy title
For a book like Mommie Dearest
With daddy stepping in for the beast
Sure, J.D.’s lover came out with her own tell-all
You can’t blame Joyce, she will always be
A little girl whining about the world
Making a living on bones in her wallet
But how could Meg do a Joyce?
Get back at an absentee daddy?
Get royalties for a book well done
Even if it hurts her as much as it did J.D.?
Should anyone care as long as we get to read
A book as fun as a day on the beach
A whale struck by a bus
A train crashing into a truck
Meg turned out OK
She married, got kids
She looks happy on the Web
She’s a Christian minister
I write this down using Courier New font
Ten-point-five points small
A boy turning fifty
Throwing rhymes, so nifty