Twas early in the morning

 

Twas early in the morning when the postman came to callI was standing in my undies as I shivered in the hallHe said he had a parcel as I peered around the door“There isn’t any name and so I don’t know who it’s forIts this address that’s on it, and that is pretty plainBut, I’m afraid, I cannot find, a clue as to the nameIf you sign here I’ll leave it, and then I’ll be on my wayI’ve ever such a lot of things I need to do today”So, I signed the postman’s’ docket, placed the package on the floorThanked him for his trouble as I slowly closed the doorStanding there and wondering in the middle of the hallI removed the outer layers to reveal a soccer ballA note attached with sticky tape explained the senders thoughtsI’d smashed his bedroom window and been well and truly caught“I have you here on video, the ball, found on my bedYou’ve been exposed, the bill’s enclosed, so next time use your head”  

© John W Fenn 19-10-2009