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.”