I sit and wait for you to come
To the door
I sit and wait for letters to drop
Onto the floor
Some times you’re early
But you’re never late
I suspect you’re quite burly
By how you shove the gate
Giros, postcards
And bills
Letters, death threats
and thrills
Parcels,
Junkmail
Fingers
Squashed snails
Greetings
Cheques
Bleatings
Mail order keks1
None of it
For me.
Because this is not my house
You see
For I am the burglar
1 Keks = trousers
