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My Pretty Paperboy

Contributed by norm on Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 07:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



Maurice is my paperman,
A better couldn't be,
At five each morning, check the clock,
my paper comes to me.

We live in unit on the floor
entitled number one,
No problem ever did we have
'Til taken by his son.

So it went for week or two
Then, I began to note,
Later came the paper
and sometimes it would float.

By that I mean, no matter what,
if rain was on the ground,
That son of his is later still
The paper soaken found.

We pay by check and so it is
The kid we never see,
One morn I laid in wait for him,
To tell him how to be.

An overhang is by my door
Just put the paper under,
I see the kid, I grab the kid,
and there I made a blunder.

This little boy was not a boy
A little girl was she,
Maybe twenty I would guess
And pretty for to see.

Her teeth were pearls, her eyes were green
Her skin had peachy glow,
A perfect female kid was she
what else I wouldn't know.

She promised it would be alright
I took her at her word,
The next day it rained real hard
The paper, SPLASH, I heard.

I guess I really have to say,
she's such a pretty child,
I cannot yell at such a feast,
instead I feel quite mild.

I'll shut my mouth and clench my teeth
And nothing will I say,
This pretty child's sacrosanct
and she will get her way.




Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-08-17 07:45:00]
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Re: My Pretty Paperboy (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 08:39:26 AM AEST
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enjoyable read

Shari


Re: My Pretty Paperboy (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 12:43:35 PM AEST
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your a kindheart Norm. I love this poem.
michelle


Re: My Pretty Paperboy (User Rating: 1 )
by PoloRM on Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 02:16:53 PM AEST
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What can we do when girls are pretty
Sweet and tender like a kitty
But should she even be a garbage cleaner
She should do a good job as you've never seen 'er.




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