It's a poetry thing

The postie has a thankless task
let me in!
he is won't to ask

Our hero is a postie man
who gets up at the crack of dawn
who has to walk, there is no van
who will slip on dog shite on every lawn
He carries a pack that weights a ton
that sound you hear is breaking bone.

One time he walked the steps to number 3
the man who answered was dressed in skirts
"Oi Postie is that packet for me?"
"Why yes my good ...man, for gods sake don't flirt"

He turned away with nea'ry a grin
but had to say something he's that kinda fellow
"I have to ask, don't kick me in"
"why are you wearing that dress of bright yellow"

The man looked down and looked back at our man
"You're right of course my face is aflame"
then with a flourish and an odd note of grace
he turned away with a muttering word
"Is that any way to talk to a dame"

The postie man walked away with a spring in his step
Despite the inflamed knee that was giving him jip
he thought to himself as he got to the last bit
wait till I tell the guys this, the best story Yit

So just for fun here's a new poem, haven't written any in a while and got the urge
Favourate poem??
Mine is Shakespeare's sonnet 116. Especially the line "Love is not times fool" powerful stuff