Poetry by Jeff Green


Christmas afternoon

by cricketjeff on November 3, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I prodded him and poked him, I jumped upon his toes
I whistled in his ear hole. Then I tweaked him on the nose
Even when I offered to make a pot of tea;
He only opened half an eye to say “yes please” to me.
I know he isn’t dead yet, though he’s very very old
Because if he was a dead-un he’d be very much more cold.
It isn’t that he’s hiding I know he wants me to…

Practice with my magic set and saw my Dad in two!!!

Author notes

A contest entry to illustrate various words. This is for quiescent, well sort of…

Sue Cardwell read this poem and wrote a follow-up, which is excellent.