BREAD HEAD
A cake struck me on the head
as I was cycling into Dorking, Surrey,
on my way to the 'Hey Nonny' folk club.
It came from the open window
of a red Austin Maestro (Probably automatic}.
I was juggling a wholemeal loaf (unbuttered)
or maybe it was a granary,
I'm still dazed.
I had 12 slices forming a perfect arc in the summer
sky
while I pedalled like a god.
The cake, a Dundee, hit me on the temple.
I fell from my bike into a nettle-filled ditch
and slices showered on to me like tiles
from a collapsing gingerbread house.
The Maestro hooted.
There was laughter
and it was gone.
All on a summer's day-o.
- Clive Whitelock
Recent Additions & Changes
TShirts for sale!
New caption competition
Punk Gardener Pt 4
News
Some of our friends' websites
cliveproduct.com
kevincoynepage.tk
9-pmrecords.de
trashville.co.uk
lovelyrecovery.com
kioski.de
