Poetry by Jeff Green


It’s All Wrong!

by cricketjeff on September 19, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

How can it be cold when you’re walking
But hotter’n’hell in the tube
Like Trappists who’re swearing and squawking
On gin’n’a chilli ice-cube
It ought to be cold on a cold day
If it must be hot when it’s hot
But there’s not a do as you’re told day
When public transport on the spot
They don’t have much air to breathe down there
And there’s not much space to turn round
I spend my worst times up in town there
I don’t love that damned Underground!