The postman rings the doorbell,
Then bangs
on the door.
The resident
opens an upstairs window.
“I’ll be
down to get it”
He shouts, then
he struggles
To descend
fifteen stairs,
Gripping the
banister tight,
Balancing with
his walking stick
And placing
each foot carefully.
This isn’t
fast enough for the postman,
Who bangs on
the front door again.
‘Wait!’ The
resident says
Before he
opens his portal to get
A parcel
labelled ‘LIVE ANIMALS’.
Now he must act
fast
Before the
contents give up the ghost,
For he has
just received
Tadpoles by
post.
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