All poems © Steven Kaiser
Jam
Mr Toe Jam, where are you?
I thought I found you in my shoe.
But when I looked there, you were gone,
And of my jams, you were my prawn.
Of all my Jams, you’re good on bread,
Or sing with me right in my head.
And sometimes, you’re just great with lamb,
But mostly, I just smell my Jam.