Peter Jeffrey: Two Poems

Rhyming Saskatchewan

In Canada, a fashion show,

An urban myth, though, now it seems,

Invited Isabella Blow

To realize their fondest dreams.

She said, “I rhyme with wow, not woe”

The girls replied, “We know, we know”

And with nudges, winks and snickers

Whispered, “She’s not wearing knickers”.

But you, O queen of fashionistas,

Have scared the pants off all the sisters

And outraged every mother’s son

In Saskatoon, Saskatchewan,

With all the bad-ass hats you’ve worn.

Peter Jeffrey

Nipples

If you were God could you think of a better way to finish off a breast

And sign off on this work as simply your best?

Male and female created He them

But let’s make it perfectly clear

It’s solely the latter that we’re concerned with

In what we’re considering here.

Pale pink, or apricot, indigo even, or umber,

Don Juan himself would delight in reciting a hymn to the glorious number.

Yet if the glad day when they rained from the heavens were ever to literally come,

I fear that I’d be the sole man on the planet

Left bitterly sucking his thumb.

Peter Jeffrey