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Dear ladies, who rush around behind the door At ring and rat tap sound, Who come in sight clutching tight Negligee thrown around, Don't be too upset when the mailman you greet, You've made his day With tousled head and pink feet. Dear ladies, When placing bottles on the step Entirely (?) unobserved, A glimpse of thigh when the wind blows And edge of gown is curved, And when the sudden closing door Causes heart to miss a beat, Our quiet footsteps will mark time Out in the ''deserted'' street. Dear ladies When the creaking parcel van Disgorges impatient carrier, Who leaps the battered side gate, Which is no longer barrier, To burst into shade of sun worshipper Bronzed and glowing in topless state, Smile your smile as his confusion grows, "Whoops, oooh, aaah, errr, ...... sorry mate!'' Dear ladies, If sometimes bettered towel should perchance release dark tipped cleavage, And moistened rump is in vision with mirror shining bright in passage, If half a face and dripping arm lazed door, Comes around a full glazed door, If signing for a registered shows all of you, and more, If to cover your confusion say "I thought you were the milkman?!" Fear not dear ladies, for behind the badge We are like the cat with cream. Our lips are sealed, silent always, Though our eyes may ever gleam. |