the postman cometh

i overheard a tongue in cheek story and i thought i would share it with you dear audience...

much along the the lines of the postman always rings twice

there existed a bird of paradise in a pagoda, living a peaceful existence...

now this parrot needed to be fed the seeds of change and as always the postman always delivered...

then one fine day, the parrot developed the art of gab...

and thusly it went a little like this...

the parrot would chime 'who's there?'

and the postman would reply without fail 'the postman'

the parrot would chime once again 'who's there?'

and once again the postman would reply without fail 'the postman'

this went on for what seemed like an eternity until the postman's song lapsed into syncopated unconciousness...

the postman power on self test dwindled his manna...

thusly the postman learned much of the songs of his countenance...

as the parrot developed death dirge discipline deterrance...