The Old Lady, The Postman, and The Girl
The old lady sits silently pissing.
Reminiscing, she wonders where
On the long road of life she took
The turning that led to this chair.
Daily she sits in the same corner
And wets herself from time to time
As tears trickle down her cheek.
The postman passes through the lounge.
Seeing the old lady he is reminded of
His Nan. His nose wrinkles as he tries
to place the smell. At first he thinks of
cabbage then grimaces as he realises
What it is only too well. He puts the
Mail on the empty desk and leaves.
The old lady sees the postman passing.
She is reminded of someone she knows
But can't remember who it is or even
His name. She squirms in her wetness
And wonders where the girl is with the tea.
The squeaking wheel of the trolley no
Longer disturbs the peace of the day.
The blonde girl serving tea is shyly aware
Of the postman's stare. She blushes
As he stops to speak and lets his eyes
Wander over her breasts before resting
On her face. The old lady is forgotten as
He attempts once more to persuade the
Girl to meet him in the pub after work.
The old lady seeing this brief encounter
Wonders what she would have done if
Such an opportunity had come her way.
Would she have been a faithful wife or
Perhaps have given in to temptation.
What would the girl do? She seemed nice
But even nice girls can be hussies.
The girl is tempted but she knows the
Postman is married with children and
Wonders how she would feel if her
Husband, when she has one, cheated
On her with a girl who served tea to
Old ladies who pissed themselves
In the corner from time to time.
The postman wonders how long he'll
Need to work on the girl before she
gives in and meets him for a drink.
They all fell for his charms in the end.
He is looking forward to his next
Delivery where a bored brunette
Teetering on the edge is waiting.
The old lady sits silently waiting
Patiently as the girl gets nearer with
The squeaky tea trolley. The girl
Reaches her and pouring a cup from
The urn puts it by her side. The old
Lady tries to smile but the effort is
Too great so falls asleep instead.
Copyright (c) Chris Gallagher