I carried a homemade cake across London
and got more stranger smiles than ever before.
It was like holding a happiness iced grenade,
a cream cheese party popper,
a puppy with a cherry for a nose.
I was a blueberry sponge postman
with the biggest delivery route in England,
a door-to-door salesman selling double-glazed pudding.
I was a man wandering through the corridor
of a conference centre wearing the name badge
Mr Sugar Crumbleton, Director of Cheer.

© Carl Burkitt 2020