John Lavan (Hudderfield)
Leaving a restaurant he stalls and sings
loudly and strong
to a throng of people waiting, longing
for pizza, pepperoni. A mister
has on a hat
with candles and ‘It’s my Birthday! ’ lit up.
Now all the crowd sing out ‘Happy Birthday’
and Andrew waves,
conducts a chorus extravagantly.
I bet you never saw so many smiles.
He parades aisles
winking at a mirror, giving himself the eye.
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