FRAN C Posted December 27, 2010 Share Posted December 27, 2010 This is the true story of an old spinster post mistress that once held this post in my town some years ago. She was always putting pieces of poetry to people as they came through the post office. Some of these were pleasant & some hurtful, dependant on her attitude on the day. Here are some examples of what she would say......... Here comes the poacher Eric Stout who never returns without a Trout, Here's our Butcher of very fine Meat good for bones & good for teeth, Here is the Teacher Mrs. Fleming Who teaches the children their spelling, Then one day in walks paddy to get his pension, Paddy she says when you die on your headstone will be written Here lies the body of Paddy Brown Who walks all day around the town Never worked a day in all his life Torments his kids & his wife. To this Paddy replied.... on yours it will say Here lies the body of old Miss Whitten the joys of life her body has missing Post misstress all her life never to be anyones wife to Thee Dear God she goes to you RETURNED UNOPENED. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted December 27, 2010 Share Posted December 27, 2010 TALKING OF UNOPENED STILL AWAITING LOCAL POST, YES SIR ITS IN THE SORTING OFFICE 9 MILES AWAY. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dw_french Posted December 27, 2010 Share Posted December 27, 2010 Luckily our sorting office is 150 yards down the road. Whilst on that subject, the PO want us to use the correct postcode, they changed ours over 15 years ago, the sorting office still has the old one! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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