The Parcel

This is the Amazon brought in a van
Drove by a grumpy and greasy young man
Parcels for Eeyore and Tigger and Pooh
And maybe a present for our baby Roo
The boxes are brown and of similar size
And sometimes the contents are quite a surprise
The van farts and grumbles and drives through the wood
Its engine is shot and its tyres are no good
But still it continues delivering joy
To lavender ladies and geeky small boys
Past houses where breakfasters crouch round the telly
Belching exhaust smoke increasingly smelly
This is the Amazon tracked on computer
That never arrives at a time that will suit ya

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