Postie
He likes to wear short trousers in the summer
Although he does not really have the legs
They’re not exactly pretty or alluring
When they handed out the pins he got the dregs
He keeps them both exposed throughout the summer
As he rides his bike delivering the post
They never catch the sun or change their colour
But stay the same, as white as any ghost
With legs that are so skinny and so hairy
It’s impossible to ever get catch a tan
Though soon his legs will be a distant memory
His bosses have just given him a van
© John W Fenn 20-08-2009
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