I’m to blame for being friendlier than I ought
The temptation for a quickie I should have fought
There is no denying he’s been a naughty boy
But when I reprimand him he giggles with joy
What am I to do with this unrepentant flirt?
He’ll be caught out when there’s pink lipstick on his shirt
It’s becoming quite serious so I’ll be frank
That rosy bottom of his is due a firm spank
I can just imagine how his girlfriend will shriek
When she sees inflamed red marks on each buttock cheek
He ought to remember his job’s to bring the post
If the mailman keeps flirting, his butt will be toast!