A place in London
do no lights show
Underground the mice do flow
Everyday since long ago
Workers ,families to and fro
Under ...Over ...Down below
Trains do rumble
Concrete hell
No hills of green
No mountain view
Just fumes and dust
A smell requel
They call this life
The under dwell
Underground
Under hell
Our capital of English darkness
can stay right there
Ill live for brightness
I love my world of trees and flowers
Market Harborough
This eden ours