Postman Matt

This isn't our Matt the local Postie
But it has the stamp of him

Our Postie with his bundle pack

Through our letterbox he brings

Super thrills like unpaid bills

Plus many much more welcome things

He is a friendly chatty chap

With our parcels and our letters

Regular as Big Ben Chimes

He is unrivalled without betters

Now at this festive time of year

We give thought to those who bring

Back and forth through rain and shine

Summer autumn winter spring

Crackling fires Plum Duff desires

Midwinter nabs our daylight clock

Decorations festive parlour games
We’ve even stuffed our Postie’s sock

When The Smile Left Home

What would you do
if you had nothing to say

Would return
be out of your way

Can you imagine a night
that smothered the light
stealing your final next day

When the dust of tomorrow
has settled on tears
and the loss is written in dreams

We'll remember the song
filled with heartfelt schemes
So soon and then you were gone

RIP Dave Sinclair Hull Musician 'Cardo'