Postbox in Nakhon Pathom
We went on a field trip to the Nakhon Pathom Disabled Association. The journey there took nearly two hours by bus. There were stalls selling pomelos and soft toys along one stretch of the highway. The ride was bumpy. The weather was hot. This association is running a centre for independent living. The centre is situated beside a canal. Tamarind trees lined the banks. This postbox stood by the roadside like little Red Riding Hood waiting for the big bad wolf to appear.
This post is dedicated to Suanie. It reminded me of her. It reminded me of the huge cylindrical postboxes we have back home. I just do not know why.
As long as you’re not saying she’s cylindrical 😎 …Whoops.
You are really getting around, aren’t you? I feel very pai seh for some reason.
Take care, and good weekend!
Peter:
I did not imply anything and please do not put words in my mouth. Doink!
errr…..
Peter:
😛
i’m a red post box
big and tall
i don’t have locks
i don’t look like a ball
i used to be popular
until the IT age
when pen and paper
were all the rage
now i’m reduced
to just being there
most people just refuse
to utilise me fair
what a pity for the witty
city to city country to country
a mere click of the mouse is all it takes
to send off a badly written email in haste
gone are the days of good old thoughts
making way for impersonal keyboards
clickety click click clickety click
my rhyme is over, i make my exit
Peter:
*Applause*
u’re terrible, peter. 😛
Peter:
😛
nice poem Suanie
Peter:
Couldn’t agree more.
you both made my day 🙂
Peter:
Glad we made you happy. 😀