Hey diddle Diddle the cat and the fiddle  
How long had he been in the pub 

knocking back pints of beer

waiting for the numbness to set in

so that his heart would stop aching?

The tall, skinny American

pushed back his blond hair

“Do you want an acid?” mumbled a guy

“Yeah lets have some.”

He said hopelessly.

How long had he been

looking out at the beautiful bay

where the tide was coming in

hearing the plaintive cry of the curlews?

This was why he had come here

to gain inspiration

Hey Diddle Diddle thought Henry

as he floated out of his local pub the Cat and the Fiddle

I must get home to my darling Jude.

It can ’ t be too late to change her mind.

She was right

my mind is always on my music

.

Henry walked along the dark and winding lane.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble

His legs felt like jelly. He gazed upwards

“Lucy in the sky with diamonds” he sang.

I ’ ll just take a short cut

across this field to home.

Whoa! The ground rushed up to meet his face

Lying in the stony ditch

he rolled over and looked up

at the glowing full moon

A dog started yapping,

startling a cow who

jumped over him in the ditch,

seeming to clear the moon

in a graceful arch

The little dog laughed to see such fun

Henry joined in, happy the cow

hadn ’ t fallen back on to him

Henry made his way across the field,

Found his house, empty it seemed

he stumbled into the kitchen

Where was she?

Had she gone already

he grabbed a dish and spoon

some syrup and cold porridge

his hand searching for the mustard

“ Henry don ’ t eat that muck”

My love, Jude!

“Look at you. Your stoned again.

I waited for you

but now I ’ m going tonight.

Henry knocked the table over

trying to reach Jude

And the dish ran away with the spoon.