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.
Down Leather Lane they echo farFrom Prufrock's to that Ping-Pong bar.
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.
Down Leather Lane they echo far
ReplyDeleteFrom Prufrock's to that Ping-Pong bar.
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