Touching this postal stamp shaped just like a sponge
How many more of these stamps would be launched
The beautiful colors and the humor of animation
Cheering up a heart through this line of communication
The hues being used could moisten the stamp
Cute little stamps to use by those in summer camp
It has to be an honor to be featured on a stamp by USPS
SpongeBob swimming through the post office is the best
The post office
parcel farce
Those in charge
a little bit harsh
asleep at the wheel
give them a bonus
hundreds and hundreds
and nobody noticed
The honours awarded
Community service
Innocent to guilty
that is the verdict
you took their lives
their reps their money
are you obliged
a stint in the prisons
through ruining lives
you made decisions
I think it’s a joke
I think it’s a farce
the head ain’t accountable
only the ****
Had to mail some packages;
Waited on a line.
Didn’t take too long and really,
Everything was fine.
Still, I was surprised to see
My matched-up window clerk
Was talking on the phone, non-stop,
The whole time she did work.
She never said a word to me,
Just pointed at a screen.
I guess this was a very normal
Part of her routine.
Perhaps, without her ear buds
And her phone call she’d be lost,
But maybe she’d have noticed
FRAGILE! on each box she tossed.
Last Saturday, my husband and I went for a ride,
To enjoy the sunshine and the countryside.
First, we stopped to eat:
What a treat...
The place we chose was not posh,
You could not find much better nosh.
Homegrown salad greens sold there,
Homemade Pies, excellent fare,
New laid eggs from their chooks
I think Paree is where they get their cooks.
Not a sign of show or glitter,
And you would not need a babysitter,
Children are welcome with open arms,
This place is full of ambience and charm,
It is also a fodder store
And an old Post office and there is much more
To this rustic retreat.
It has history and character,
That would be hard to beat.
Friendly staff, efficient too.
Their priority is looking after you.
All-natural, wholesome and clean,
Somethings today that is seldom seen
If USPS has your gift
Delivery will not be swift
It seems the Night Shift
Just got the short shrift
And somewhere your gift went adrift!
Hip hip hooray, I accidentally found a post office
That is still open. Anyway, I saw a person go in
Without throwing a brick.
Most post offices have closed around us.
I would have run back to my house for my letter
Except is would have been a thirty-two mile hike.
I do not even want to walk that letter
to my mail box and put the flag up.
sometimes your heart and your brain has to bleed to smile
here i am exhaling with delight, but said delight is an internal clown
if you could have smelled the scent on the towels before these towels,
you would have thought that we both went into cardiac arrest
i once thought that there were sweet smelling flowers in my mouth
then i met a woman with a Get Real Mallet
now here i am answering the How Many Lumps question again
it is then that i realize that it is Saturday Morning and that i am missing the cartoons of my youth
suddenly she awakens with a carnal urge for a few more quiet conversations about oars
i oblige because when God is the Post Office, you accept the Special Delivery with Sweet Silence.....nuff said....
The thatch up higher
on the P. O. roof
a touch of home
as not aloof!
I estimate my grain of salt
not of default
what e'er is left
within the vault!
The stamp, still cheap
for all the business worth,
a sentinel of giving
Govee's own gloved reserve!
We lose it so, and then deny
our griping was the reason
not defy
our simple freedom, mails reply!
I bartered not the choice
my family moved
but first had voice
and still conserved, the mailed invoice!
The railroad stood as gain, once here
the building same ~ not premature
an older statute would endure
but P. O.'s regulations pure!
So, if and when, the P. O.'s bust
this small town's future
needing . . . . just
a line or two ~ can still amuse ~
will sure seem empty ~ a recluse!
Note : So Many small towns, losing their little collection stations. Seemed like a
composite of fortune ~ just that small letter, or personal note. Even an unpaid
bill at least got to you, to your own hands. With the composite of money handlers
savings are being trafficked into so many schemes. I loved those old buildings, and
the friendly tellers, from down home. They made America dignified!
Waiting is my short suit
Many chores await
Everyone moves slowly
Is this to be my fate?
I only have a question
Transaction should conclude
I just need a minute
It'll brighten up my mood
I've lived sixty plus three years
I recall people caring
We'd better train the younger ones
Or waiting we'll be sharing
I wonder how many years
Being patient I have spent
While workers chat, take phone calls
Post office’s main lament
Happiness looks so natural upon you,
when your eloquent face beams forth
as you intricately attempt to converse
with everyone that surrounds you.
So many expressions tuning into your
wavelength, eyes, lips that surrender to
You’re every sound.
Oh! Yes retarded lady, how content you
look in your world of simplicity, even
though I know not your name, I do care
and share in your moments of triumph,
when each word is tactically manoeuvered
after ensnaring yourself, enabling
mentally my will to aid your predicament,
knowing I’ll feel a fulfillment with
every effort you make.
And yet I still sense some animosity
towards you, indifferent folk trying to
climb into their safe world of self-
righteousness, while your impending
oration, reverberates against the walls
for all to hear.
© Harry J Horsman 1989