Night Delivery

Bones were weary

Eyes were teary

Busy through the night

A message came

They were all the same

Another flight that night

He donned his cap

Shouldered his bag

And took off on his flight

He signed off on the package

Placed it carefully in his bag

Just another night of work

On wings he soared

Deadline to meet

The delivery drop-off stork

He asked, 'Is this the place?'

The mother smiled,

Head bobbing like a cork

She took the package,

Looked alarmed

'How will I know it's done?'

He sighed and said,

'Just stick it with a fork.

Right now I've got to run.'