Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on January 22, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

“Can I help you, Sir?” He said,
When I was looking round.
“I cannot see the sliced brown bread,
It’s nowhere to be found”.

“I’ll fetch you some, please wait for me”,
Politeness rarely seen.
Young folk these days just mostly do
Their talking by machine.

There was a choice he brought me three,
I tested and I chose one.
He smiled and grinned so happily
Polite and full of fun.

I don’t judge by the cover;
I always read the book
When your choosing friend or lover
Go for substance not the look!

Author notes

Look at this picture first!