She didn’t look like your stereotypical
No warts at all.
Her skin was as smoooooth as
A baby’s bum and
Glistened like a kid had
Poured glitter over her exquisite head.
Her legs were long and shapely and
Went right up to her… Ummmm…
Where was I?
What? Sorry. Didn’t mean to shout.
I was just excited for a moment.
Yes, that’s right, I was talking
About a witch.
She was lovely.
Apart from the time she turned me
Into a letterbox.
Yes, a letterbox.
And I tell you what, my lad…
I tell you what my miss…
Yes, I know you’re not my miss.
It’s a phrase, isn’t it?
We’ll agree to differ.
I tell you what my lad,
I have a new found perspective on
Since she turned me into one.
Well, for one, it’s not a mouth-like
At the front, where the letters go.
And it hurts when mail is forced in.
Not a good time.
Oh, I see! Well, she turned me into a
Post box as
A lesson for being forward with her.
And I must say that
It was a lesson well learned,
I can tell you!
Well, she changed me back
Of emails, didn’t she?!
I became obsolete, didn’t I.
Still, I learned my lesson.
Oh yes. I learned my lesson good!
Yes, I suppose some could say
But that would be silly and
I don’t like silliness.
Good day to you, sir…miss.