A big round bright red postbox, <br />Is such a splendid sight, to me, <br />And the way we try posting our letters, <br />Is, moreover, a 'fun' sight to see. <br /> <br />People often put their hand in the wide slot, <br />Holding onto their letters, real tight, <br />And somehow, they just can't seem to let go, <br />They are struggling, like mad, in their plight. <br /> <br />To stand, and to pluck up the courage, <br />And to make a decision to take <br />Their hand away from inside the slot, <br />Is a judgement they can't deem to make. <br /> <br />Very gradually, they then start departing, <br />But have to go back, just for luck, <br />To check in the slot, and make really sure, <br />That their letters, have not become stuck. <br /> <br />You can see, it's to them, a great worry, <br />It is written all over their face, <br />You so want to kindly reassure them, <br />And coax them cheerfully back to their base. <br /> <br />There are others who read the addresses, <br />On each envelope, that they have picked, <br />They examine the flap, to confirm it is sealed, <br />And that also the stamp has been licked. <br /> <br />Others read on the plate, posting details, <br />Not only once, but again and again, <br />And some try so very hard, to push in <br />A wrapper, too big, thus in vain. <br /> <br />Fascinating, is the art of letter posting, <br />Like watching a 'comedy' type play, <br />And realise with amazement, the many 'odd' ways, <br />We attempt to post our mailings each day. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lookers-lickers-and-stickers/
