Ill fitting head

Picture this;
You go forth for a lovely day at the phlegmball
Make an arduous trip unnecessarily more arduous
hair fixing and steaming machines
miss the last goat boat at moat central
travel at sublime time speed
scrabble onto a cartload of rabble
become agreeably late
grin inanely at the familiar icons
when you land, make a shorter than expected pilgrimmage
enter a public house full of public
meet up with seemingly pleasant folk
so good so far... i'm sure you will agree
the mutual friends mosey off to powder their behinds (simultaneously)
3 fresh acquaintances, real adult bloke ones, making small talk...
lovely day for it
where do you live then?
so you are Anna's Aunt?
who is Anna...?
who do you fancy for the 2.25 at Chepstow?
Sad Ken hey?
make mine a flat flavourless one
cheers mate
You were backing communism ?
Perfectly understandable
the fervour of the times
No, never ridden an elephant
Sure you have!
does his bum look big in this?
not as big as his beret!
there are no trams in Abergeveny you know
no, there never were... you are thinking of Aberystwyth!
yeah, yeah
You get the picture...
then BOKKO!
from the mouth of the pleasantly funny looking chap a deep bowel-rattling baritone thunders...
"I WILL EAT AND DIGEST YOU ALL WITH MY SYSTEM OF MIGHTY ORGANS. BEHOLD!"
and he ripped open his chest cavity for all to admire bespoke organs...

time stands still
4 eyes fix on bulging veins
then on eachother
fellow patrons stop dead
thuggish polynesian hard men stiffen up
mutual friends appear
at co-incidentally timed 30 second intervals
he's fixing his hair
she's grinning sheepishly

Slowly the hububb picks up where the rhubarb left off
One word please,
Have you noticed that his arms flail around?
the eyes look in opposite directions
His head doesn't quite sit straight
and nobody has worn those shorts since 1984!