Poetry by Jeff Green

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In training

by cricketjeff on August 21, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Sitting on my own, inside a crowded rush-hour train
Lost in my own silent reverie
When without a single warning, there is sitting on my lap
The loviest young lady I could see
You were standing by the door in the next carriage to mine
When you saw that I was sitting on a seat
So you sneaked in through the door that separates the cars
So you could take the weight off from your feet
If everyone aboard a crowded train was told to share
I imagine that a lot would make a fuss
But if everyone was told they could share a seat with you
Then I don’t think many men would take a bus
Although when I am sitting under you aboard a train
There are not many spots I’d rather be
I’d be a much more happy fellow if the train was not so full
And you were sat upon my knee in privacy!