|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
The Mailman
Contributed by
yackerz85
on
Wednesday, 27th December 2006 @ 08:39:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
|
Once upon a Saturday fair, I slept on my lazy boy chair.
Sign of my failed endeavor, my lit book lay sprawled out on the floor.
Then, I was roused from my sleeping by the sound of footsteps creeping.
My rigid body jerked upward and let out a thunderous snore.
Rap tap tap, Rap tap tap, something loudly rattling on my front door.
Its likely the wind and nothing more.
Sure that nothing was amiss, I returned back to the minds abyss
Only to be awakened by the echoing sound heard before.
Angry to be robbed of beauty sleep, I rose to investigate,
And I lethargically moved towards the window. What a tiresome chore!
I stared outside to find the reason for the continuing uproar.
There was a man in blue at my door.
The man with a mustache and dark eyes in a mailman's clever guise
Had a wry smile on his face. Its a sight that scared me to my core.
He caught me staring at him through the window and knocked harder still.
Immobile scared shaking I never felt trepidation so pure.
And the man persisted knocking more and more, louder than before.
Quoth the mailman, Open the door!
I asked him to leave my dwelling place with tears streaming down my face.
I bitterly begged. Leave me alone; do not hurt me I implore.
The suspicious man in blue gestured toward a package on the ground.
I said, "I get all my items from the local grocery store.
This package cannot be mine." But that comment he chose to ignore.
Quoth the mailman, "Open the door!"
"Sir, I can't. I know not your face. Don't invade my house for I have mace.
I do not trust you by any means, and we lack common rapport.
You have a suspicious look and your smile makes my body shiver.
My mother once taught me that strangers are people I must abhor.
If I let you in, I'm afraid there will be blood and gore".
Quoth the mailman, "Open the door!"
Is this door in my mind? Are this mailman and I somehow entwined?
Is this man going to hurt me or is my mind not sane anymore?
"And the Lord said, 'Behold, I stand at the door and knock.'"
Oh, how I fear that which is unknown! But in this I'm clearly sure,
Insanity will accompany the opening of my door.
Nevermore will I open the door!
Copyright ©
yackerz85
... [
2006-12-27 08:39:18]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: The Mailman
(User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on
Wednesday, 27th December 2006 @ 09:29:44 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
"Quoth the mailman, "Open the door!"
What a kick! I must confess, I never would have considered a postal themed rewrite of Poe's classic... but, your piece leaves me smiling. : )
The second to last stanza has to be my favorite of the lot. Rapport, abhor, gore... all falling in with good rhythm - nice! Here's hoping your English teacher also appreciated your creativity and effort!!
~Snemmy
(who is, by the way, dying to know what was in that package! *wink*) |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
