Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on October 1, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Bed is the place for playing games
Those were the words you used
In the history of girl and boy
Has that ever been refused?
You spin the wheel and calmly say
Right hand upon left cheek
Sometimes my love when you’re around
I find it hard to speak
Suffice to say that soon enough
The wheel was thrown away
Sometimes you do not need to find
A game before you play!

Author notes

Thanks for allowing me my 12!

(Rhyme accompanies a picture of a twister board bedspread)