In London's fair city, the girls are quite pretty.
The men are quite hot.
Although some are not.
The pavements are grimy.
And foreigners slimy.

The wealthy hold their positions of power.
The seat of the country, gets broke every hour.
The Thames flowing freely, picks up  loads of junk.
Just a flowing mega puddle of mud.

But, still London has a certain je'n'sait quoit.
An ambient image of city lights.
The hustle and bustle spread over the kerb-stones.
Stained with old chewing gum, no trace of gold.

And still it enchants and forms new romances.
Maybe London, will bring second chances.
To those who are looking for a little more life.
Maybe mere husbandry, not bulls and cows.
No farming involved.
A marriage of sorts, but being nobody's wife.
(c) Livvi