Poetry by Jeff Green


Horses Sweat and …

by cricketjeff on August 2, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

It’s not often hot in Harrow
It’s not really tropical here
Our temperature range is narrow
And the skies aren’t typically clear
But now it’s as humid as Hades
The fan’s finding hot air to blow
If this room were filled up with ladies
They’d all of them sit here and glow!