Poetry by Jeff Green


Carribean beauties

by cricketjeff on April 8, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

When we set out for Jamaica on the little Peggy Lee
Our sails were filled with trade winds and we danced across the sea
And we dreamt of all the beauties we would see upon the beach
In the Caribbean paradise so nearly in our reach
We thought we would be heroes as we lorded on our yacht
And a thousand local women would all want what we have got
But the scene on our arrival stole those trade winds from our sails
With the millionaires in mega-yachts and champagne served from pails
But we weren’t to be defeated so we found a quiet bay
Where we met two dusky maidens, London girls on holiday!

Author notes

just something to do on the train