I'm glad Post Office boxes are red
I dont get so depressed
When my letters to Brydi
Keep coming back
Always with return to sender on them
When i post them
The Red boxes always cheer me up
If i was a little person
I would live in a Red Post box
I'm not claustaphobic
My needs dont amount to much
If i were to die
I would love a red coffin
All the young people at my funeral
Would feel better if my coffin was Red
I love anything Red
My tongue is Red
So is Brydis lipstick
What i remember about her
Always make me happy
Anything Red always make me happy
Written today 2007
Awsome Wells Dickenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-post-box/
