The Postman Always Rings Twice Poem by Phil Soar

He stands on the porch steps ringing the chime
I'd answer the door, but I haven't the time
And I'm never expecting the post anyway
I wish that the mail man would just go away

I can see that he's old and maybe wants a chat
I haven't an inkling to justify that
He should knock on next door as my neighbours old too
They could sit down a chat about what they want to

He's only got flyers to push through my door
So why does he ring when they fall to the floor?
I hide in the kitchen until he has gone
I guess some would think that my actions are wrong

Yet he stands on the porch with his flyers galore
Knowing that I never answer my door
When he leaves it all, I just throw it away
But the mailman returns the very next day