The wintery wind blew,
And the snowflakes flew,
And soon everything was covered white. I am not a wizard,
But I know it was a blizzard,
I just put-up a new larger mailbox,
one with a little flag on top.
It's not that I'm expecting more letters,
It's the junk-mail that will not stop. I know there will be more tomorrow,
Poor Old, Mr. Malone,
He almost always dines alone.
As a matter of fact, and it's well known,
That, He munches his food, with a groan. Now, take a look, at his busy son,