Poem?: A Postie's Love Song

A Postie’s Love Song

I’m doing my rounds as a postie
The Financial Crash is to thank
When I was released from my job as a hedge funding manager
By Lehmann Brothers, the bank

It’s the week before Christmas in Alston
I’m pushing my bike through the snow
This drizzle palaver soaks my balaclava
But my hearts got a warm inner glow

As Geoff whistles his dogs to the sheepfold
Thoughts of his missus is keeping me warm
Her dungareed thighs, and bonny mince pies,
Keep me pushing my bike through the storm