the snake whiles-away his summer afternoons <br />tempting girls with apples at his stall <br /> <br />he'll take them home by sports-car <br />if they fall <br /> <br />and wistful <br />through the window <br /> <br />they're there on quiet days <br /> <br />just the lees of cold-black coffee <br />and the clattering of trays<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-garden-centre/
