I’m waiting for the mailman to deliver me my post
Whilst I turn the kettle on and spread butter on my toast
An important letter should come through the door quite soon
And I really do not want it read by any old buffoon
So I’ll pour a bit more water in the kettle now to boil
And I’ll unwrap some more bread from its packaging of foil
A knock upon the door at last, this must be my letter!
But when I ask the postie says he’s got something better
A box of something somehow has my name upon the sides
I am annoyed but curious and that’s what overrides
It’s an alarm clock with a little note onto it tacked
“Work starts at 9 o’clock. You will be on time or be sacked.”
I didn’t get my letter, had to accept my loss
And went to work to make some toast and coffee for my boss.
© Ben Cotton