The Day My Head Fell Off

it lay on the floor and smiled.
I wouldn't have, without carpet,
for this one was lino tiled.

It didn't bleed, it didn't scream
but loads of stuff fell out –
cabbage, a filofax, harmonica,
teapot with a broken spout,
a couple of dice, an eccles cake,
a bear with a permanent pout.

It was all in the past, they stood aghast,
thinking fetch a broom or a cloth,
for sooooo much rubbish fell out of my brain
the day my head fell off.