Shall keep the postman from his appointed rounds.
Unless you have left your Jack Russell Terrier on the porch.
Then all bets are off.
*
I mean, just look at the size difference.
That guy would have been eaten alive.
For crying out loud,
He [il postino**] didn't even have to go onto the porch.
All Floyd did was bark at him.
Sure, keep the bills, postman. I'm fine with that.
I just wanted my stamp collecting magazine,
Philately Monthly.
I found an Inverted Jenny last week,
And I think it's worth a lot of money.
* This is not Floyd. I was too lazy (stupid?) to upload some pics of him. Let's just say that's him, okay? Also, I suppose I should say: that's not my postman either.
** the postman, dummy.
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