Geoff Lowe on the Other Side of the
Early Morning Delivery
At the crack of dawn
he would sometimes see
a big chicken walking backwards.
"Do-doodle-a-cock"
it would screech.
A ragged mongrel with asymmetrical nostrils
would strut its stuff,
pulling out its calling card
and flashing it
at the negatively tattooed hedgehog.
Meanwhile the red slug was starting to negotiate
a contract for liposuction
as an elderly spider fell to the ground
whilst trying to scratch all its armpits
at the same time.
Being a postman is much
more exciting than people
wearing slippers realise.
© Copyright Geoff Lowe 2006