in a shed up north
just after the Blackpool Earthquake
caused by the Nolans singing
I’m in the mood for
a bacon sandwich covered in
custard with a dash of
vodka and a few little
tartlets, or Fiona`s cream eclairs
that are getting a little
soft in the middle from
lack of attention when playing
with her pink things among
the rough boys from Brighton
disguised as Witney tipper drivers
in pink helmets and green
wellies with steel toecaps to
boot the bloke from Stobarts
or indeed, ANY of them
understand the story of this 
drivers who want to eat