at the cafe

on Hollywood Blvd

in beautiful Newcastle

Newcastle-on-Thames

brown from ale

flying in pyjamas

that doomed us

to no parsnips

foraging in butter

which would make

rather a big

complete banquet for

all the master

basters basting their

weiners in butter.

but the butter

was too hot

and burnt those

to a crisp

requiring a lot

more frozen sausages

for the crowd

to taste them

while singing along

with Mitch Miller