Mick never got any mail <br />he used to complain <br />and moan that he was <br />out of the loop <br /> <br />His parents had fled <br />for parts unknown <br />and his brother <br />was somewhere <br />east of Suez <br /> <br />Then one day at mail call <br />his name was called out loud <br />and he answered in kind <br />Mick was in luck he thought <br />no more a man bereft <br />of kith and kin most unkind <br /> <br />He danced a jig all the way <br />around the whirlagig <br />delighting his mates <br />with a frolic most Celtic <br />legs askew tapping heels <br />and barely touching <br />toes to ground!<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-letter-from-home-2/
