Riff On Bruce's Post Card Love Affairs Poem by David McLansky

A Note from Post Mistress MacLean:

I don't mean to sound
Just like the Dutch
But would it trouble you
Oh so much
To mail your post cards
In an envelope?
Our Postal Workers
Interlope;
They read out loud
And often quote
Your love lines
To women who upon you dote;
We're a lonely breed
Who like to read,
But your manly need
Can exceed,
The boundaries of
Propriety;
So please use
An envelope;
It's a lonely job
We barely cope.