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Philately Ė The Waiting Game

 

By Dennis Moore

 

(Tied Ė Third Place Ė Adult Category)

 

That postal man...

                                                            That postal man...

I wish he had a faster van!

 

He makes me wait:

                                                            He makes me sit;

Sometimes I think

                                                            Iíll have a fit.

 

Covers and stamps

                                                            for my collection,

U.S.P.S.

                                                            My only connection.

 

Iím expecting classic corner squares

                                                            and FDCís with lined coil pairs,

A special mixture of foreign covers,

                                                            And master paintings of renaissance lovers.

 

Oh Ė circuit books and catalogs

                                                            Should come today...

And Russian frogs.

 

Why canít he learn

                                                            A different song?

Sometimes I wait

                                                            All day long!

 

Itís 5 oíclock

                                                            And no sign yet Ė

Missed my house

                                                            Again, Iíll bet!

 

But wait: I hear...

                                                            My squeaky gate...?...

Hooray!!  A pile of stuff Ė

                                                            Substantial weight.

 

Magazines, books,

                                                            Notices and flyers,

Solicitations,

                                                            Ads for buyers

 

Just bills and offers,

                                                            Really punk!

No first class mail,

                                                            Itís postal junk.

 

Foiled again, and

                                                            Filled with sorrow,

I pray my treasures

                                                            Come tomorrow.

 

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