I'd like to be a postman, and walk along the street,
Calling out, 'Good Morning, Sir,' to gentlemen I meet,
Ringing every door-bell all along my beat,
In my cap and uniform so very nice and neat.
Perhaps I'd have a parasol in case of rain or heat;
But I wouldn't be a postman if ...
The walking hurt my feet.
Would you?
The Postman
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Poem topics: rain, walk, good, door, street, morning, walking, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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