London Poetry

English Poetry

 

English Poetry
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London…

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.

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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,

Best believe.

 

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Published by osebinitie

Ose Binitie is no random blogger; having aced a blogging stint at FAB Magazine and now successfully running two independent blogs, she'd say she was pretty awesome. She loves language, music, writing and so many other things! Check out her posts at www.emphaticdynamo.com and hellurrrandom.wordpress.com

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