A city where you drink tap water with no worries,
But get infected by the latter phrase.
Of tubes, tunnels and crossword puzzles,
Where underground musicians literally live their name!
Stellar architecture, with more squares than streets, I kid!
Where your eggs and milk get frozen in the fridge,
And you’d say ‘I’m going to Bank’ and are correct.
I hear the train stop at ‘Warwick Avenue’ and I remember Duffy
‘Tottenham Court Road’ reads ‘Welcome Home!’…oh what a joy.
‘Shepherd’s Bush’…the tale of a cold, sly hairdresser
‘London Bridge’ a taste of Legal London,
rendering me incredulous to every woe I ever faced!
But ‘Holborn’ my favourite, is where I rub minds with professors
And sharpen my intellectual curiousity.
Tis all that and more,