Poetry by Jeff Green

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Friday’s Tale

by cricketjeff on November 30, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The sausages were pork and smoky bacon
The chatter ranged through ours and others lives
We laughed about the liberties we’d taken
And thought this was the greatest of all skives

A lazy lunch is always satisfying
And friendly jokes enhance the finest tastes
Try not to think you promised you’d be trying
To shift the extra inches round your waists!

Then traffic moved like heavy treacle flowing
Uphill to where it doesn’t want to be
The trail of angry brake-lights brightly glowing
Stretched early start towards infinity

From hearty cheers to darkly muttered “DAMN!”s
As sausages turn into traffic jams!