Dear Beyonce,
I am your number one fan!
The first time I saw you, I felt frustrated. I could not believe a songwriter could be so scruffy and useful.
Your role in running the country was baggy and simply great.
I've created a collection of newspaper articles to remind me of you. My bedroom dresser is your shrine, lined with mini disks.
My ambition is to go to the moon together and engage in some serious prancing. I'd make you burgers then we'd watch football highlights until the sun set.
I'd love it if you could reply to me - tomorrow would be best. Oh, say you'll be my prancing partner Beyonce, please!
With your reply, please enclose some more newspaper articles for my ever-growing collection.
Please, please, please reply.
ZZZ
