Mailing Mcgee
While Finn, was on his front lawn
Giving it, a good hosing down
McGee next door stomped out his house
Fist clinched and wearing a frown
He violently opened the lid
To his mail box facing the street
Then slammed the door, just as fast
While making a bitter retreat
It didn't take long at all
For it to happen again and again
And seemed extremely odd
To an ever more curious Finn
So when McGee, emerged once more
And on his way to the street
Finn walked over to meet him
To ask him, while being discreet
"I've noticed McGee, a behavior
I have never witnessed before
Why is it so, you come, then you go
'twixt, your mail box, and your front door"
McGee stopped and turned, while acting concerned
With a complexion that looked rather pale
"It's my computer you see, It talking to me
And telling me, 'I have got mail".
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