Perceptive
I'm Polly your perceptive post person
And although I've no real claim to fame,
I keep my bespectacled eyes wide open
For bringing folks together is my aim. Take my customers who live in Look Lively Lane (This is part of my regular walk), They've become so insular and anonymous
I think they've forgotten how to meet up and talk.
John all alone lives at number 28, he watches from out of his window each day,
When I hand him his mail he smiles with sad eyes
But he jokes, if these are bills Polly you can take them away. Opposite at number 15 lives Maggie
She bakes all day to pass the time,
I'm sure she could be a contestant on Bake Off
For her cakes and pastries are sublime.
Now I take my postal job very seriously
I know that my mail must get through,
But I plan to deviate slightly From what my job description says to do.
That's why, just for today I “miss-deliver”
I give a letter meant for Maggie to John,
He says Polly you've made a mistake here
This letter isn't mine, you've got it wrong.
I ask if he'd deliver it for me He says ok Polly I'm on my way,
And suited and booted and wearing a tie
He heads across the road without delay.
Maggie's delighted to see him She's surprised that he lives so close by,
And before you can say "penny black”
John is invited inside to try apple pie.
So if you ever receive the wrong correspondence Please don't moan or get in a huff,
As it may be your postie's way of saying
That you don't know your neighbours enough.
Scott Andrews, Ryhope.
“She is the
perfect ambassador for the City of
Sunderland."