Being the weblog of Mark Forsyth
Nor Leicester Square, when on a dare,I did the same thing everywhere.
I hope your trail of days misspentDidn't go as far as Kent.
I love a pipe of crack, meThat's why I live in Hackney
Last year I rode the London EyeBut did not wear a suit and tie.
What a reckless thing to doWhen hovering o'er Waterloo.
And now I strive to write in verseI fear the donkey came off worse
Tetrameters, when they are neat,Like donkeys have four cloven feet.
But lo, I do still hear your pain,Your cries in woe down Leather Lane.
Down Leather Lane they echo farFrom Prufrock's to that Ping-Pong bar.
If my geography seems spartan.I mis-read, shame, Hatton Garden!
Where the eternal footman praysFor penitence as on his wayTo buy the necessary SnickersHe pauses, and adjusts his knickers.
I simply can't beat the Snickers pun.And then he turns and prays to Mars,Who sends him victory, and bars.
But what I did in Oxford StreetWas actually rather neat
Regrets that really start to irk usDon't begin till Oxford Circus.
But once you've got to M & SYou find your conscience pricks you less
Nor Leicester Square, when on a dare,
ReplyDeleteI did the same thing everywhere.
I hope your trail of days misspent
DeleteDidn't go as far as Kent.
I love a pipe of crack, me
DeleteThat's why I live in Hackney
Last year I rode the London Eye
ReplyDeleteBut did not wear a suit and tie.
What a reckless thing to do
DeleteWhen hovering o'er Waterloo.
And now I strive to write in verse
ReplyDeleteI fear the donkey came off worse
Tetrameters, when they are neat,
DeleteLike donkeys have four cloven feet.
But lo, I do still hear your pain,
ReplyDeleteYour cries in woe down Leather Lane.
Down Leather Lane they echo far
DeleteFrom Prufrock's to that Ping-Pong bar.
If my geography seems spartan.
DeleteI mis-read, shame, Hatton Garden!
Where the eternal footman prays
ReplyDeleteFor penitence as on his way
To buy the necessary Snickers
He pauses, and adjusts his knickers.
I simply can't beat the Snickers pun.
DeleteAnd then he turns and prays to Mars,
Who sends him victory, and bars.
But what I did in Oxford Street
ReplyDeleteWas actually rather neat
Regrets that really start to irk us
DeleteDon't begin till Oxford Circus.
But once you've got to M & S
DeleteYou find your conscience pricks you less