by Cyril Fletcher Ministry of Information ( 1948 ) Last Christmas, stupid Charlie Turley, Didn't post his letters early. The parcel he sent to his mum, Arrived in Torquay, in mid-sum. When it arrived upon the beach, Mom-ma was swimming out of reach. The postman cried, "My guilt is clear!" Then promptly dived in, off the pier. Alak, alas... he couldn't swim, And that was, thus, the end of him. Of course, this wasn't really so, The G.P.O. is not so slow. We hope that we have made the point, That everything goes out of joint, If you don't post your letters early, So don't behave like Charlie Turley. Post early, please... do not be late, Remember the poor old postman's fate.
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