A clang
A tang
Something to clamp
And a couple of nice clacks
A thump
A chug and then
He called his boy
As he left the garage
In his mind a pedal
A new carburetor
For the bourgeoisie
While his boy drove the machine
When the motor-tricycle passed by
Everyone was shocked and so surprised
All the children stared with big big eyes
While their parents' mouths were open wide
And I
Wrap my head
In a stray
And lazy winter day
Two lines, a melody
A slice of lemon
In my cup of tea
And, again, a memory
All the cats and dogs ran everywhere
The barber ruined a poor client's hair
And the baker shop boy, by the square
Threw his basket of bread in the air
And there was, as usual, someone who crabbed
But a German guy thought it was fab
And the king rushed there just to say "Hi"
And a man looked at his son and smiled
(I will remember
Forever that day
Though I was so far away
And time made rain
On a forgotten lane
Pouring rain
Is it bread that's raining?)