Open Features: I've Sacked The Postie
Ken Patterson admits in rhyme that he yielded to one of the wonders of the modern age.
Watch out for further poems and prose by Ken on forthcoming Tuesdays.
All of the Posties all in a row, bikes at the ready, nowhere to go.
Because of e-mails and the like, there’s a Postie somewhere with a rusty bike.
And it’s all because of computers and stuff, the Postie is finding life can be tough.
A visit to the mailbox offers no thrills; all one finds are unwanted bills.
It seems that writing freely by hand is a dying art across the land.
Computer jargon’s obtuse prose, a complementary overdose
Words I’ve never seen before replacing what was once rapport
Alas, how can I amend the desperations of a Postie friend?
It seems I too am willing to derail the long and trusted snaily mail
‘Cause when this letter draws to a close I’ll be sending it by e-mail I suppose.
