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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Mailman
[time] => 2006-12-27 08:39:18
[hometext] => Its a aarody of the Raven that I had to do for English class.
[bodytext] => Once upon a Saturday fair, I slept on my lazy boy chair. Sign of my failed endeavor, my lit book lay sprawled out on the floor. Then, I was roused from my sleeping by the sound of footsteps creeping. My rigid body jerked upward and let out a thunderous snore. Rap tap tap, Rap tap tap, something loudly rattling on my front door. It’s likely the wind and nothing more. Sure that nothing was amiss, I returned back to the mind’s abyss Only to be awakened by the echoing sound heard before. Angry to be robbed of beauty sleep, I rose to investigate, And I lethargically moved towards the window. What a tiresome chore! I stared outside to find the reason for the continuing uproar. There was a man in blue at my door. The man with a mustache and dark eyes in a mailman's clever guise Had a wry smile on his face. It’s a sight that scared me to my core. He caught me staring at him through the window and knocked harder still. Immobile… scared… shaking… I never felt trepidation so pure. And the man persisted knocking more and more, louder than before. Quoth the mailman, “Open the door!” I asked him to leave my dwelling place with tears streaming down my face. I bitterly begged. “Leave me alone; do not hurt me I implore.” The suspicious man in blue gestured toward a package on the ground. I said, "I get all my items from the local grocery store. This package cannot be mine." But that comment he chose to ignore. Quoth the mailman, "Open the door!" "Sir, I can't. I know not your face. Don't invade my house for I have mace. I do not trust you by any means, and we lack common rapport. You have a suspicious look and your smile makes my body shiver. My mother once taught me that strangers are people I must abhor. If I let you in, I'm afraid there will be blood and gore". Quoth the mailman, "Open the door!" Is this door in my mind? Are this mailman and I somehow entwined? Is this man going to hurt me or is my mind not sane anymore? "And the Lord said, 'Behold, I stand at the door and knock.'" Oh, how I fear that which is unknown! But in this I'm clearly sure, Insanity will accompany the opening of my door. Nevermore will I open the door! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 7 [informant] => yackerz85 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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