Mailbox person

The Mailbox person sends me stuff

You send me pills when I feel Gruff

And when I’m cold, you send me quilts. 

And when I’m short, then I get stilts

Sometimes I’m feeling kind of mean,

And then I find I get caffeine. 

But what I  often dare to dream

Is you and me and some ice cream. 

Sometimes we sit at rolling seas

 we lick some honey teasing bees.

And in my car, we’re sitting tight

We’re at the drive in, in the night. 

We find our hands are tightly bound

As horror movies shake the ground. 

I kiss you now, your lips I seek , 

but now your glasses hit my cheek

You squeeze me tightly, just to start,

And by mistake I make a fart.

The windows to my car are stuck,

And now I see you start to buck. 

So maybe we should leave this car

And then I’ll dream that I am far. 

So I’m far off on planet Mars

where I’m a tiny speck of stars

Surprisingly you hold me tight

And kiss my cheek and smile right. 

And that was when I rest  my fears

For I would be with you for years.

Sometimes I see your day is bad. 

You work it out when you are sad. 

The mailbox person’s here to stay

I love this person any way.