(20 minute poetry)
Barking!
mad?
No,
but I could be.
This is my journey
London East.
Into the West, an ending best left to the author.
I bought a ticket, wicked.
So I'm going back in time, travel for 1/9 ( that's in old money, real money when money weren't funny money)
Bethnal Green,
I've escaped from greener places,
tower blocks, take aways and sweet shops.
I lean towards Liverpool street where the ancient meet monuments which the City awaits.
Now to the bank, rank outsiders in the honesty stakes,
someone should put the brakes on them men.
Off to St Paul's a majesty of halls, Wren had some ***** putting a dome atop that.
Last stop before Holborn is Chancery lane, lawyers to blame and they're just criminals like all the rest.
Into the West,
an ending
best left
to
the author.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Barking!
mad?
No,
but I could be.
This is my journey
London East.
Into the West, an ending best left to the author.
I bought a ticket, wicked.
So I'm going back in time, travel for 1/9 ( that's in old money, real money when money weren't funny money)
Bethnal Green,
I've escaped from greener places,
tower blocks, take aways and sweet shops.
I lean towards Liverpool street where the ancient meet monuments which the City awaits.
Now to the bank, rank outsiders in the honesty stakes,
someone should put the brakes on them men.
Off to St Paul's a majesty of halls, Wren had some ***** putting a dome atop that.
Last stop before Holborn is Chancery lane, lawyers to blame and they're just criminals like all the rest.
Into the West,
an ending
best left
to
the author.
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