I’ve Got Mail
I always get a little thrill when it chugs into sight.
He’s brought a big, fat pile today: A baseball magazine,
A catalogue of Christmas toys (‘though it’s just Halloween),
A dentist bill for fifty bucks that’s wildly overdue,
A postcard all in Spanish from a shoe store in Peru,
A flyer from a place called “Paws!” about a cure for rabies,
And one about a diaper service, meant for those with babies,
And some campaigner writing that our country’s doomed and therefore,
We should vote for you-know-who (that crude dude I don’t care for),
A sample of a body cream that smells like tennis shoes,
A notice of a mattress sale that says, “You snooze, you lose!”
Here’s something from an editor! But on closer inspection,
I see she thinks my query stinks. (This smells like a rejection.)
Oh, well, I’ll write about my disappointment in my journal.
There’s mail again tomorrow (and there’s hope that springs eternal.)
I like my friendly mailman, but I would like him better,
If he’d take back this boring stack and just bring me a letter!