Little Tommy loved cake so much
he'd dream, at night, of becoming a baker.
That way he could eat cake
(chocolate was his favourite)
every day.

(Forget the problems of class
and environmental influence)
Little Tommy,
through sheer chocolate-driven effort
opened, at nineteen,
The Little Tommy Bakery -
which was ironic,
because he gave up eating cakes,
not because he was Big Tommy now,
but because he was sick of the taste
of anything sweet.

     Little James grew up
     to become (forget the problems of society
                        and random chaos)
    a prison warden
    in Manchester. He
    still looks forward
    to his mum's lemon sponge -
    which is nice,
    because she still
    loves baking for him.

(c) Alan David Pritchard