I’ve been told that pigs can fly
It’s not often that they do
I almost got delirious
When on my drive they flew
A shiny box had been installed
I thought I’d get my mail
But without a key ‘twas hopeless
And lousy service did prevail
And what about those flying oinks
I guess I’ve been forsaken
It appears to me their glide path
Produced a heaping pile of bacon
So when life hands you a lemon
It’s really plain to see
Enjoy a glass of lemonade
To wash down that BLT
Copyright © 2012 Patrick Granfors
Ron
To wash down that BLT
Government workers - ya gotta love 'em! I've got a tiny pot hole on my street, and I've been watching 'the repair' with utter fascination. For the last three days, several trucks pull up each morning with about five guys in them; they poke around a little bit at the pot hole; then they all enjoy a nice leasurely lunch; and then leave. I'm betting this 'repair' is gonna take more than a week.
Anna
*Patrick*
Bacon is costly
Lady Vivian
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)
Missing your humor. Cute poem to vent the frustrating mail service~
An ice cold glass of lemonade with extra lemons please !!!
Lady Mary Ann