I’m a jar of Greengage Jam <br />and I’m upset because of a remark made by a man. <br />He’s tall, good looking and funny <br />and one day he said ‘I love the taste of sweet honey’. <br />Well that, for me, is not what I expected to hear. <br />Not when only this morning he called me ‘dear’. <br />We would always meet for breakfast at around 8 <br />and before he picks me up and spreads me on his plate <br />he’d carefully pop my top off and look inside and say ‘wow you do look yummy’ <br />and take a mouthful with a spoon that quickly disappears in his tummy. <br />With a smile he’d then put me on his shoulder so he could hear <br />these loving words - ‘thank you my dear’. <br />But this time, before he could put me down to finish his tea, <br />I shouted loudly, ’Marry Me, Marry Me’ <br />To which he promptly and calmly replied, ‘let’s talk about it later’. <br />And quickly put me back in the refrigerator. <br />Now I’m just another pot of jam left in the dark and cold, <br />somewhere deep at the back alongside an out-of-date cheese with lots of mould.<br /><br />JJ Evendon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-breakfast-affair/
