Fred was growing old,"What an earth is happening to me,

I'm being convicted for a crime I haven't commited !"said he.

One day Fred went to the post office ,a book of stamps to buy,

Three letters he had to post ,but he was a forgetful guy.

The envelopes he did remember to close and lick,

But the stamps on the letters he forgot to stick.

Fortunately for him the post box was near a bin,

And into the rubbish the three letters he did fling.

An hour later he was relieved,

The three letters he did retrieve.

The stamps on the letters he did stick,

And into the post box all three he did flick.