It comes everyday, 6 days a week,
At the hour of 10 the mail truck drives up my street.
He brings many letters from anywhere you can think,
Filling my mail box to the point it might sink.
Letters from family, and bills not yet paid,
Mountains and mountains of piles they have made.
I'm up to my eye balls in piles of mail,
Newspaper ads, and the latest new sale.
I wish the mail man would take a break for a week,
But I look out the window and see him drive up my street.
As you can see I have been a bit lazy in opening the mail. But in my defense most of it is my brothers, they just never pick it up. It just keeps multiplying. My brother put me in charge of the mail which I think is funny. I have no idea what I am looking for. Lets just hope I don't missing anything or throw anything important away. Good thing my parents can look everything up online (right Mom haha).