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Martha said she’d seen him.
Apple pie cheeks,
a smile that could melt the frozen ‘tricicles.’
He had a pillow-down tummy,
dragon-proof boots,
woolly mammoth gloves
and clutched Parcel Mountain.
Then came three rings at the door,
as bright as the sun glittered snow.
There was skittering of excitement,
when they scuttled to the hall,
and! There he was.
The postman …
Martha said she’d seen him!
We told her that she had.
Apple pie cheeks,
a smile that could melt the frozen ‘tricicles.’
He had a pillow-down tummy,
dragon-proof boots,
woolly mammoth gloves
and clutched Parcel Mountain.
Then came three rings at the door,
as bright as the sun glittered snow.
There was skittering of excitement,
when they scuttled to the hall,
and! There he was.
The postman …
Martha said she’d seen him!
We told her that she had.
This poem is copyright (©) Laura Cooney 2025
About the Writer
Laura Cooney
Laura is a writer from Edinburgh who writes for both children and grown ups and has numerous publications both in print and online. When she's not doing 'lots of writing' she'll be found with her two daughters as close to the sea as possible, probably looking for shells. There will be ice-cream!
