I am the postman who got caught
On camera taking a dump.
The only excuse that I've got,
Is night before, chile did jump
From my bowel in rapid flow.
Propriety - no time or place.
I had no choice, I had to go.
It was an open, no shut case.
After making delivery,
I knew I was due for a wipe.
That yard was a good place to be.
The grass gave a first class butt swipe.
Being on the you know what list
Gives going postal a new twist.
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