Mailbox Down

In a cold cold rain
On a wet wet road
A reckless car
Had an episode
With our poor mailbox
At the edge of town.
We had no clue
It would be run down
By a careless man
In a big new Ford—
He flattened it like
A rampaging horde!
We tried to save it,
There in the dark…
But that deadly killer
Had hit his mark;
Now the victim lies
In the cold cold mud
Where that big new Ford
Made a great big THUD.

We’ll put cement blocks
Where our old friend fell
So the next big Ford
Doesn’t fare so well.
The end… of the mailbox.