The Postman
By Claire Galpin
A postman is a busy man,
Has lots of letters to post,
A postman really gets around,
From house to flat to floor.
If he is a lucky one,
To the Palace he shall stroll,
Along the path, not the lawn.
Maybe a parcel large or small,
Maybe thin, fat or bulgy.
People have letterboxes small,
People have them high and low,
To the left, right and centre.
A postman must enjoy his job,
On all conditions of the forecast,
Or he would not have chosen it.
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