Diverse London, never dull by a mile!
I salute your culture, ethnicity and style.
Drumming on the subway, didgeridoo;
Challenging Buskers that sing to you:
Go past Harrods’s to Madame Toussaud’s,
And while cheers at Lord’s abound,
Check out the soccer at the Chelsea ground.
Hindus, Sikhs, Muslims and Jains;
Multi-coloured mobiles ringing on trains.
Mini computer on the ‘yuppie’s’ lap;
On underground lines we must ‘mind the gap’.
Poems on the underground ……..,
Boris’s headache is the
Screams and jams of traffic and sound.
Euro to Paris, Heathrow airport;
Kensington Gardens; Scenic Hampton Court.
Offering their soul-elevating flowers,
To the differing colours of nature’s lovers.
Trendy Portobello, Camden Town,
Like honey to the tourists from all around.
Jolly-looking Irishmen, staking out the pubs;
Latino’s jiving at Salsa clubs.
Nightlife swinging at the jazz cafe’.
Curvy hips bouncing to the disco sway.
Big Ben’s chiming from up on high,
Echoes ‘cross the Dome and the London Eye.
River Thames peacefully flowing in the dark;
Picturesque Pagoda at Battersea Park.
Cheer at the Docklands to sweltering crowds,
Of the London Marathon, ever so loud!
A jog at Hyde Park is experienced by some,
From far across places they Run and Become.
Perhaps your discernment prefers the Queens Mall,
Or the classical strings of the Albert Hall;
The splendour and majesty of Royalty;
A peaceful evening at Westminster Abbey.
All are here: Asians, Blacks, Chinese, Aussie,
Or the musty faces at Cardboard City.
Those who trouble or conscience with outstretched hands;
Unreadable placards and shaking cans.
Regent Street ‘cabbies’, their passengers hail,
While tea is savoured at the Ritz, and outside sirens wail.
Fish and chips, noodles, curries …. Spaghetti,
Tantalise our tastebuds to the maximum degree.
Double-decker buses pamper to our wants;
Sense of adventure and cheaper jaunts.
Classy Covent Garden is a must to see,
Or the laughs and jugglery at Piccadilly.
There’s a Soho nightlife buzzing and free,
From the differing forms of morality.
East London Art and speed supreme,
Preparing for an Olympic dream.
Such is the London that I can see,
Made live by the flash of the Paparazzi.
Manatita 6/6/2000. Mildly updated 21/11/2011.
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