I was dreaming in bed – as the thunder
Crashed through that part of my brain
That was shuffling old things in my memory
And flushing them straight down the drain –
That the butler would bring in my breakfast
Poached herring or catch of the day
Or banana and blueberry pancakes
Or Benedict eggs on a tray.
But the thunder I mentioned beforehand
Made me startle and leap out of bed
So I staggered outside to the kitchen
And had a cold sausage instead.