The Attractive Postman
The postman comes over to post the mail,
But of this postman I am rather shy,
He posts the mail, out the window I pry,
Sometimes he sees me and to him I hail.
I'm attracted to him; that's off the rail,
Invite him around for dinner, I try,
He's too professional, me he'd defy,
Invite him for dinner? I would still fail.
He came around once, but he was in grief,
I realised of me he was now in need,
Made him a plate of potatoes and beef,
Since then, he appreciated my deed,
Gave me a bunch of flowers with weird leaf,
I loved them so much and planted their seed.