The Easter Uprising by Miss Poppy
Today a long time ago some of my friend Zita’s dangerous relatives visited the giant Post Office.
In way far away Dublin.
And they would not give it back. Even when they were asked.
Because they said it was their own Post Office. Not anybody else’s. Oh dear.
And then everybody shot at everybody. Even with canons and giant boats too. Oh dear.
So then all of Zita’s relatives went to jail. Even her grandfather. Oh dear.
That is not so nice.
So then everybody got out and shot at everybody else again.
But Uncle Joe shot so many people that they had to stop.
And then they started again. But on different sides. I do not know why.
So then Uncle Joe’s sister married Zita’s grandfather.

And because everybody had to go to the wedding they stopped shooting each other. Ha.
That was good.

Now the Post Office is all theirs. Still. Ha. That is good.
Because you can not get secret Merry Christmas presents if you do not have a Post Office.
It is known. Ha.
Today a long time ago some of my friend Zita’s dangerous relatives visited the giant Post Office.
In way far away Dublin.
And they would not give it back. Even when they were asked.
Because they said it was their own Post Office. Not anybody else’s. Oh dear.
And then everybody shot at everybody. Even with canons and giant boats too. Oh dear.
So then all of Zita’s relatives went to jail. Even her grandfather. Oh dear.
That is not so nice.
So then everybody got out and shot at everybody else again.
But Uncle Joe shot so many people that they had to stop.
And then they started again. But on different sides. I do not know why.
So then Uncle Joe’s sister married Zita’s grandfather.
And because everybody had to go to the wedding they stopped shooting each other. Ha.
That was good.
Now the Post Office is all theirs. Still. Ha. That is good.
Because you can not get secret Merry Christmas presents if you do not have a Post Office.
It is known. Ha.