Hark and Hear Ye!

Oyez, oyez! Pray gather round
For a proclamation of renown!
We bring tidings of a messaging bound
To bring cheer to village and town.

‘Tis called “The Post Office” in jest
This scroll-sending service of the best
With magic seals to chains attach
To guard from thieves upon the dispatch.

No more carrier pigeons or long journeys ahead
When you can tap and scroll instead!
Letters and parchments sent in a whistle
Delivered electronically, never to fizzle.

On the horizon this vision emerges
Of messenger eagles and postal clerics.
Arise people! Your patience purges!
“The Post Office” soon comes to the peripheries!
Rejoice for this advancement made!
Communication shan’t fade!
So brace for the craze soon to start!
When “The Post Office” sends missives to your heart!