Walnut Girl

The Postie came, he limped along the street, up from the beachfront. The brown that bit him he had killed but some bad venom had destroyed soft tissue in the ankle region. He now sings out, when stepping over the habitat 'Oh, snakes alive', so far he has been lucky in our lucky country. Today he handed me, an envelope, all blue. It came from overseas sent by a poetesse who is a veritable bundle of pleasant sunshine you know the type (?) . Inside the card, there was a photograph of two, a strapping boy and posing with him was his mother. I am still searching for the proper adjective that would describe her adequately. Will let you know when that time comes and words like lovely and whatever else can be replaced to set the record straight.