The Ballad of Semblance the Postie
Dec 17, 2022 14:22:34 GMT -5
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Post by Reba on Dec 17, 2022 14:22:34 GMT -5
Heard ye the Ballad of Semblance the Postie? He
Uses bright cardstock to wrap up with cheer
All the gifts he delivers from ocean to coast — Hee-hee!
Oh, Six-Six-Seveners, wait till ye hear!
First, the bag that would normally carry his post, he
Pops onto his head for to cover his sneer;
While his snug Postie-vest, he considers too toasty,
And so he goes topless — at this time of year!
Without care how unsettled, or elsewise engrossed, be
His family and friends at his ribby veneer,
Not to mention his skintone so thoroughly ghostly
As, in midst of a blizzard, to hardly appear,
Goes he out one day thusly, does Semblance the Postie,
With parcels piled up from his gloves to each ear;
Though addresses are varied, they should for the most be
'Associates' — or, as one might say, his peers.
Ah, with primary colours crude-taped, whither goest ye,
Yon parcels, with Semblance the Postie in steer?
Though a costume nostalgic and christmassy boast ye,
It won't last the journey, or ballad, I fear.
Aha! Now, O Semblance the Postie, tiptoest ye
At first destination, so Roxy won't hear?
Or is Bear over there on the stair now, to roast ye,
And laugh at your wrapping, and heckle and jeer?
Or indeed, mayn't Zero-guts heavily dosed be
With deep draughts of nog (so much better than beer)
As he slumps on the sofa in slumber, or mostly —
The Tannenbaum standing alarmingly near?
Now deliver your gifts underneath bottommost Tree —
Including the curious one shaped like a sphere;
All is done — and now run! run, Semblance the Postie!
To the cold snowy night, while the coast is still clear!
In the morning, Jean Lucio will, past his bedpost, see
A scrap-paper trail, with its origins clear,
And a sellotape roll at the end; to his host, Bee,
Announces he, 'Semblance the Postie was here!'
Ye've heard, now, the Ballad of Semblance the Postie,
And should ye this Yuletide go out in the drear
And the snowy-white weather — remember, and knowest ye,
When thick, coloured scraps in the blusters appear,
With tassels of sellotape swishing and sheer,
'Tis a sure sign that Semblance the Postie was here!
Uses bright cardstock to wrap up with cheer
All the gifts he delivers from ocean to coast — Hee-hee!
Oh, Six-Six-Seveners, wait till ye hear!
First, the bag that would normally carry his post, he
Pops onto his head for to cover his sneer;
While his snug Postie-vest, he considers too toasty,
And so he goes topless — at this time of year!
Without care how unsettled, or elsewise engrossed, be
His family and friends at his ribby veneer,
Not to mention his skintone so thoroughly ghostly
As, in midst of a blizzard, to hardly appear,
Goes he out one day thusly, does Semblance the Postie,
With parcels piled up from his gloves to each ear;
Though addresses are varied, they should for the most be
'Associates' — or, as one might say, his peers.
Ah, with primary colours crude-taped, whither goest ye,
Yon parcels, with Semblance the Postie in steer?
Though a costume nostalgic and christmassy boast ye,
It won't last the journey, or ballad, I fear.
Aha! Now, O Semblance the Postie, tiptoest ye
At first destination, so Roxy won't hear?
Or is Bear over there on the stair now, to roast ye,
And laugh at your wrapping, and heckle and jeer?
Or indeed, mayn't Zero-guts heavily dosed be
With deep draughts of nog (so much better than beer)
As he slumps on the sofa in slumber, or mostly —
The Tannenbaum standing alarmingly near?
Now deliver your gifts underneath bottommost Tree —
Including the curious one shaped like a sphere;
All is done — and now run! run, Semblance the Postie!
To the cold snowy night, while the coast is still clear!
In the morning, Jean Lucio will, past his bedpost, see
A scrap-paper trail, with its origins clear,
And a sellotape roll at the end; to his host, Bee,
Announces he, 'Semblance the Postie was here!'
Ye've heard, now, the Ballad of Semblance the Postie,
And should ye this Yuletide go out in the drear
And the snowy-white weather — remember, and knowest ye,
When thick, coloured scraps in the blusters appear,
With tassels of sellotape swishing and sheer,
'Tis a sure sign that Semblance the Postie was here!