The Postman

Mama let the postman in took him to her bed, postman left her with a grin this is what he said: Putting letters in a slot is a postman's life but this morning I was hot, ditto for this wife. Mama let the postman out Dad came home for lunch, she undercooked his Sauerkraut, it happened: the big crunch. Dad was strangely in a mood, his soldier at attention asked her, 'Honey, see this dude trapped by his extension.' Mama said, 'I wish you'd wait wait until ten thirty I'll be in a ready state to get down and dirty.' Dinner saw them drinking wine way too many glasses, twenty minutes after nine all thoughts of crevasses had become a silly dream soon the two were snoring, letting peaches and sweet cream fall onto the flooring. Morning came and hubby did race to be on time Postman made another bid and here ends the rhyme.