ONE DAY OUT WEST ©
Frank E Gibbard
“I’m calling you out you no good twerp”
The insulted raised his cup
Threw down at last a final slurp
And bun in hand jumped up.
Toot suite a cream doughnut was whipped
Followed swiftly by a volley of scones
But the target head was safely dipped
Behind a protective box of cones.
The man called twerp made a sudden leap
And ground a pastry in his rival’s face
They grappled in a crumby heap
Red jam smeared bodies and place.
Out West in London known to this day
As the bun fight at the OK Café.