A Breakfast Affair
I’m a jar of Greengage Jam
and I’m upset because of a remark made by a man.
He’s tall, good looking and funny
and one day he said ‘I love the taste of sweet honey’.
Well that, for me, is not what I expected to hear.
Not when only this morning he called me ‘dear’.
We would always meet for breakfast at around 8
and before he picks me up and spreads me on his plate
he’d carefully pop my top off and look inside and say ‘wow you do look yummy’