In merry old England
So long ago now
I smoked a fag
While searching for
A flat to let.
My directions and indiscretions were mislaid,
The whole process left me rather dismayed.
No petrol in the lorry, I forget
To ever top it, the bird said more.
But a shilling was all I had
So I left the row
In this sunless, ancient land.

08/01/2009

Author's Note: ... from an old trip to London.....

Posted on 08/01/2009
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