Junk Mail

Junk mail! Junk mail!
No more! I hear you rail.

Up the road he comes at last
Carrying bag he delivers so fast.

Through the doors he pushes the mail
For the fat, the hearty and the frail.

Junk mail! Junk mail!
No more! I hear you rail.

Advice he gives out, oh so free
How to stop the junk for you and me.

But it had to stop said his boss
You’re suspended, you’re no loss.

Junk mail! Junk mail!
No more! I hear you rail.

Junk mail earns the Post Office loads of money
Stopping this income is not funny.

But Posty took his tale to the press
Now we all know how to stop this mess.

Junk mail! Junk mail!
No more! I hear you rail.

Martin Delemare
30th August 2006