The moment I turn down your street
There’s no one that I wish to meet
So step aside or feel my wrath
‘Cause I’m a walking psychopath.
I don’t care how you feel today
If so-and-so has moved away
Or that you think the neighbour’s gay
Because he took up macramé.
I’ll knock your pots then slam the gate
And feed that dog of yours I hate
A Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup
To make the ugly mutt shut up.
As for your kid, if he’s on hand
And asks me for a rubber band
He’ll get one right between the eyes
Then several more until he cries.
And what’s the deal with Amazon?
Do you buy for the Pentagon?
Is it too much to take a bus
And shop just like the rest of us?
Just one more thing: if you complain
You won’t hear from your gran again
When we hear something we don’t like
My friends and me, that’s when we strike.
Because I’m not like most men
For I’m your local postman
Mr Ormsby At Large 
Nicely said!
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Quite funny. And what an amazing illustration to go with it.
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The illustrator is a fan of my blog who asked if she could do some “doodles”. Calling them doodles does it a disservice because they’re great.
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Yes, I absolutely agree! She’s pretty awesome. But I do get the name she attached to them.
I think it would be neat if you added some sort of mention of her so that people are aware of where it comes from.
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I’m going to create a link but she’s going to sort out how she wants to do it because we’ve got a bigger collaboration going on.
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