Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on September 19, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I met a little devil, she wore a little black
Her hair was the same colour and it tumbled down her back
The little black was all she wore, I could see an awful lot
And I have to say I liked what I, could see of what she’d got
Her cheeks were rather rosy, and I don’t mean on her face
And to very perky nipples were hardly out of place
But I don’t think that her appearance, was doing me much good
It was rather an annoyance, considering where I stood
I’d bean asked to give a demo, on how too cook cream whirls
To a part of attractive, but only sixteen year old girls!