Mr. Postman Pat 🤣
Flicking through the channels on my remote control
I am sat in solitude without another living soul
Nibbling nuts with my fingers from a porcelain bowl
When I stumble on The Rolling Stones belting out some good old rock and roll
Now this is more like it as I start to tap my dancing feet
My television is booming to the rhythm of the drummer’s beat
As I jump up and down on my leather seat
Then Oh my God I am sweating coz I am feeling the heat
When haha there’s a rat-a-tat-tat on my window pane
Huh with a grinning Mr. Postman Pat stood standing out in the pouring rain
And he is laughing at me coz I was going insane
As I startle and stand to attention stopping my bopping again
You see perhaps I was getting a trifle carried away
After I was punching the air and I my hips were motioned in a sway
But there’s nothing like a bit of bonkers boogying on a dreary day
It is good for the soul and chases those blues away…
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wonderful poem
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love feeling joy from great joyful writes! keep on swaying!..........................lad
Teehee this happens to me alot when I start bopping haha 🤣💕🤣
Jill, firstly I am a fan of your Mr Postman Pat well written and most lively bopping and jiving dance routine poem and one to email to my daughter to also read as well and she'll love it too.
But I'm not a fan of Postman Pat or his little black and white cat, Jess.
They're both up to no good for my ebay delivery has vanished off the face of the earth.
I believe Jess is the real brains, the big cheese behind this criminal operation and Postman Pat is simply his patsy. His fall guy, his Lee Harvey Oswald if the police swoop in a dawn raid.
For devious Jess will just softly meow and cough up the odd fur-ball.
Legend has it they were both spotted at the local car boot literally giving stuff away even bartering it for fresh cream.
Anyway enough of of my postal woes and thank you for writing some much needed fun, song and dance and memories of happy times with a younger daughter and that tune is so darned catchy.
Hang in there Jill and I wish you well my friend. x.
Teeheee lol@Jess the cat coughin’ up her fur ball …u r priceless my catchup kid & don’tu ever change ⭐️💕❤️♥️⭐️
Jill I'm bloody serious about that darned cat!!!🤣.
See and read you tomorrow evening.❤️
Ay Jess has slitty, mean, eyes lol always up to no dam good at all!!!! 🤣🐱🤣❤️