Post Haste

Post Haste

The friendly postman, was called Bill
He really should have known better
For in a hurry, no time to kill
Delivered his love letter
The lady picked it off the floor
I'm flattered it's me he's after
It's never too late at a hundred and four
And she burst out into laughter
Bill mean-while, reached in his pocket
His face soon turned bright red
Rushed back to the house, just like a rocket
And this is what he said
I'm a married man, I've got a wife.
Don't gossip, keep it quiet
She replied, it's dull at my time of life
I would love to cause a riot
But next time you are at my door
I wouldn't mind reading - Mmm - some more.

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