When I was eleven my mum, my dad and my sister Jane
Sailed to England and back again
By day travelled around
castle, museum and mound,
And at night parked our 'van in a lane.
One day we went on a double-decker bus
To a teashop in Piccadilly Cir-cuss.
(There're no animals there -
It's a roundabout where
You can go to the movies or have lunch like us).
I was sitting giving my biscuit some bites
And watching the people and all of the sights.
A man bought a whole cake,
It was placed on a plate,
- A creamy chocolate monster, feathery light.
I watched as weaving through the shop he went
Around customers, children, a white-haired old gent.
A waitress bustled about
I shouted "Look out!"
But she bumped him. And the cake began its descent.
Now the waitress was short, perhaps not well-fed
I expect her toes would be half way down her bed.
The man was right above
She'd given him a shove, and
All that cream, all that chocolate, all right on her head!