Dancing Dust |
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Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000) |
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Here
comes your friendly milkman With parcels by the quart; His salary is soaring And his working day is short; With merry clash of bottles, Milko! and rat-a-tat! His wares drip through the letter box And trickle on the mat. Now hear your friendly postman Announce with cheerful whistle Each bottled invitation And homogenized epistle; Here's kisses on the jersey cream, It must be from a lover — And be careful of that yoghurt lid, Gold top and first day cover. O jolly milk-cum-postman Fear not lest you be sacked If the blue-tits peck the stamps off Or the air-mail eggs are cracked; For the satisfied consumer Is very nearly sure, Though the postcards may be dirty The milk is always pure. The National Innovations Centre suggested to the Post Office that cost savings could be achieved through a joint delivery service for post and milk Oxford Times, 21 May 1971 |