I was in Love with Margaret Salinger

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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