Herbert Nehrlich - The Postman

Mama let the postman in
took him to her bed,
postman left her with a grin
this is what he said:
Putting letters in a slot
is a postman's life
but this morning I was hot,
ditto for this wife.
Mama let the postman out
Dad came home for lunch,
she undercooked his Sauerkraut,
it happened: the big crunch.
Dad was strangely in a mood,
his soldier at attention
asked her, 'Honey, see this dude
trapped by his extension.'
Mama said, 'I wish you'd wait
wait until ten thirty
I'll be in a ready state
to get down and dirty.'
Dinner saw them drinking wine
way too many glasses,
twenty minutes after nine
all thoughts of crevasses
had become a silly dream
soon the two were snoring,
letting peaches and sweet cream
fall onto the flooring.
Morning came and hubby did
race to be on time
Postman made another bid
and here ends the rhyme.

Herbert Nehrlich

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