Writers Cramp contest-- write an ode to a mailman. |
Ode to Joey (in the same rhythm as "Ode to Joy") 1 She remembered when she saw him. Birds were chirping; it was spring. Smiling shyly as he handed Over mail he’d always bring. 2 Seasons came and seasons went by Bashfulness had slipped away. The youthful mailman still delivered; And she waited every day. 3 Her life was empty, fantasizing For a prince to rescue she. Dressing fine for daily visits From the man she longed to see. 4 Then one day she saw the ring placed On his finger, cast in gold. Heart submerging; dreams demolished; Suddenly she felt so old. 5 Seasons come and seasons go by. Faithfully the mailman came. Youthfulness, a passing kindness; Aging? Just a waiting game. 6 One day Joey rang her doorbell. No one answered that spring day. Later, as he read the paper, He saw that she passed away. 7 Joey’s daughter brought him tissues, Asking why he beared such pain. Wiping tears, he then released a Story he would now explain. 8 It was ‘cause of dear, sweet Emma; Shining eyes reminded of Kindness in his own dear mother; Memories and missing love. 9 Seasons happen, then they pass by Smiles, at times, replace a pout. Joey went to work the next day Pleading for another route. |