Transcendental Sonnet #1204:
Postage Due
The postman is lame
It is hard for him to do his rounds
He is not to blame
That he brings no packages to me
I hear his huffing and puffing sounds
And wonder about his injury
As a postman he is bad
He is not good at what he does
I wonder if he ever was
As a man he is so sad
Somehow something has broken him in two
It will not be long until he must quit
Until then I have gotten used to it
A lame postman who comes with postage due
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)