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A Day Out In London

Cor blimey it's London! ~ a wet winter's day,
The stream in the gutter swills fancies away.
The 'eavens 'ave opened, the wind 'n' the rain,
All of your credence is washed down the drain.

A walk by the river that rolls along still;
You turn up your collar to turn out the chill.
Owd Father Thames is right showin' 'is age
Beside slushy pavin' along the Bird Cage.

The electric of neon, flashin' aglow
Lights up the shadows and lights up Soho.
A sidestep down Dean Street where philosophers roam
Passin' the lodgin' ~ once Karl Marx's 'ome.

Street vendors are weathered, soaked to the skin,
Though 'ot chestnut sellers are sizzlin' within;
And corners and alleys where umbrae of bright
Drape faces of 'arlots, the girls of the night.

Along past the Palace, the digs of our Queen,
She's doin' quite nice, if you knows what I mean?
No time to visit 'er, no time to call,
Gawn bless 'er Majesty; Gawd bless us all.

So it's back 'ome at nightfall, the place where I sleep;
My bed is sufficient to make Jesus weep.
By the sacrosanct soup kitchen down by the docks...
Just up the road from me owd cardboard box.

Sub pallio sordido sepientia

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Just a thought as our British winter indignantly peers around the corner of November to contemplate what mischief he may be able to contrive for the coming cold, dark months. Compliments to all at Neo, Alan.
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Beneath a filthy cloak indeed sir,
You have captured the magic of London on a dark Autumn day, oh how you make me miss it more, Father Thames a great thought. You make me smile sir, Dick Van Dyke would be proud, your accent brought my own back to life.
A thousand thanks to you for that.

Thank you...Teddy

Dick Van Dyke, 'e wus Mary Poppins' Bert. I think I should take lessons from Professor 'iggins (or yourself)

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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I've just come back to read this because i think it's just magic, your accent is truly top class londoner, you really make me feel home, thats a great compliment by the way, I do hope you get a visit from mary poppins. (wink)
i know you are a gentlemen and very modest but the last time i read this i printed it and took it on a little journey with me.
so thank you Sir.

Thank you...Teddy

Teddy. It's always good to hear from you. Please look after yourself and take it easy for a while.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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Dear Alan, I'm fascinated by your poem. You've described London just as I remember it (or is it her?). You've managed to make me feel that you really need lessons with Prof. Higgins.
I really laughed at the bit about the Queen's digs! I'm definitely convinced that you sang "God bless the Queen" and "God bless us all".
I'll come back tomorrow for another read, it's nearly my bedtime.
So God bless you and all your family, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Gracy. I enjoyed your welcome words today. God bless you and yours also.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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