One of me Poems

I was cleaning out my filing cabinet today and I came across a poem I wrote.  I could say that it was written when I was nobbut a child, and hence have an excuse for the wobbly meter and shaking rhymes, but I can't.  I wrote it only a few years ago.  But I've decided it's going to be exposed to the world anyway.  So I dusted it down, changed a line or two and  typed it out.

So, Here, Today, for the First Time Ever in Print, Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls, for your Reading Pleasure is:

The Chocolate Cake.

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!

By K. De Chevalle.

PS.  This truly happened.  I should mention we had been saving for three years for the trip, and in that time I think I had had two single chocolates.  I nearly died of fascinated horrified regret to see them shoveling up and binning the remains of this monstrous rich, chocolate-black glistening cake!