The Mail Knight . / rmx by @st_ai_8

I was a knight, I carried mail, Through every town, through every gale. But no one writes, not king nor queen, The strangest thing I’ve ever seen. No letters left, no work to do, So I wrote one — addressed to me. “Dear Sir, I hope you’re doing well.” I stamped it, sealed it, rang the bell. [dryly, without emotion] I took the letter down the lane, Through fog and mud and English rain. Then knocked upon my own front door — And asked myself, “What took you so long?”