The postman throws my letters away,

cheerfully singing, “Have a nice day!”

“How dare you!”, I yell.

Fists shaking in anger

Face red with rage

Glowering I walk away, my ego wrapped in a bandage.

 

The postman throws my letters away,

Cheerfully singing, “Have a nice day!”

Glaring at him, I grit my teeth

That cheeky youngster deserved a spanking.

Veins popping, I try meditating

But then his sardonic face flashes before me and he’s escaping.

 

The postman throws my letters away,

Cheerfully singing, “Have a nice day!”

I seethe, I bellow and rant and rave.

Undeterred he pokes his tongue out

And cycles away

I scowl. That little pest with his hair full of hairspray.

 

The postman throws my letters away,

Cheerfully singing, “Have a nice day!”

My blood pressure rises

People call me petulant

It’s all just a joke I say to myself

To my surprise I laugh and shake my head. He’s like a roguish elf.

 

 

The postman doesn’t throw my letters away

But cheerfully sings, “Have a nice day!”

I’m wide-eyed and confused

“Where’s that cheeky boy who usually delivers letters?”

A raised eyebrow from the postman

“Sir, no national deliveries for two weeks.

Everyone was vacationing in Kazakhstan.”