He often knocks on my door,
Sometimes it is a parcel for me,
But mainly the parcel
Will be for a neighbour.
We are normally always in
So we seem to collect
Many parcels for our neighbours,
This is not a problem,
Just part of being neighbourly.
This one man though
Is an enigma to me,
He knocks at the door
Asks if I could take the parcel.
There he stands,
A smile on his face,
Turban on his head,
Beard on his chin.
We chat,
And there I am
Expecting an Indian accent,
But no,
His accent is broad Glaswegian!