My Postman

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My postman

Walking down the street,

Smiley, bearded man,

We meet

You in your van

And me on my feet!

Cheerful and polite

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You knock at my door

I am all excited

I am washing the kitchen floor

You are invited

At my door.

So many parcels and letters

In your big red bag

You look hot in your sweater

And I am smoking a fag.

You are going away in a hurry

I close the door smiling

Will be having a curry

For dinner but for now I am baking

A cake with berry.

See you tomorrow

My dear postman

I feel sorrow

You left me with the milkman

In my burrow.