Frustration

(12:14:05) louisa: An ode to our postman, by Louisa J Parry
(12:14:10) louisa: Oh postman, where are you?
(12:14:15) louisa: Where are you, oh postman?
(12:14:19) louisa: You’re usually here by now
(12:14:25) louisa: Giving me the mail for number 11
(12:14:34) louisa: And failing to work our gate
(12:14:44) louisa: But today you’re away
(12:14:48) louisa: Away from here
(12:15:22) louisa: And tears of frustration run down our faces
(12:15:31) louisa: Like cherry blossoms falling from trees in Kyoto
(12:15:40) louisa: Oh postman, where are you?
(12:15:45) louisa: Where are you, oh postman?
(12:15:49) louisa: THE END
(12:16:06) katherine: i’m welling up, that was beautiful. ;)
(12:16:33) louisa: I meant to including the word fucking in there – to be modern and edgy – but i forgot
(12:19:02) katherine: there’s always Ode Two later for that.
(12:19:46) louisa: ODE TWO TO OUR POSTMAN, BY LOUISA J PARRY
(12:19:56) louisa: where the fucking fuck are you, fucking postman?
(12:20:00) louisa: THE END
(12:20:04) katherine: succinct.