My Mailbox

About my mailbox, which is the suburban/rural kind with the red flag

My mailbox sits upon a post
It's standard issue black
(They're by houses coast to coast)
I open it and there's a stack

Of white envelopes and magazines
Grocery ads and flyers
Holiday cards with pretty scenes
And real estate ads courting buyers

Yes, even in a touch economy
The mail box is replete
With offers to spend your money
And get credit deals you can't beat

I hate to say that much
Goes right to the recycle bin
We keep mainly bills and such
And empty the box to put more in

Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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