Poem 48 of 230:  THE PROMS

 

We walked through Kensington Gardens,

    Then veered left for Albert Hall.

Promenaders were in their tens,

    While others had found their stall,

As we took our pre-booked seats,

    In a row of restricted view -

Three-quarters of the orchestra.

    But the music sure bettered par:

The beautiful sounds of Mozart;

    The daring drama of Ravel.

And we liked it - me and a belle.

 

(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com