Impressions of London in 1997 (Chants from Walkabouts - 5)
Poem/song 42 of 230: IMPRESSIONS OF LONDON IN 1997
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Cabs all uniform in their shape.
Good galleries make one gape.
Hard-going people on the move -
Things matter much in this groove.
About the weather lots of moans.
Solicits stuck on pay-phones.
Summer weather - not bad, I’ve felt.
Lads giving a ball a belt.
Real estate is worth so much -
Tenants’ rent sky-high, as such;
Nice stocky buildings all around -
Will some have to hit the ground?
Cheek to jowl: council flats needed -
Stock by demand exceeded;
Building higher seems only way -
Unless less arrive to stay...
Beaut. looking girls from many lands -
Grace gone for capital plans;
Polite folks, from many cultures,
Do become money vultures.
Veiled women in platform shoes.
High-street beggars in the blues.
Privacy here costs so much -
Partnerships suffer, as such.
See movies and shows from way back;
Of good music there’s no lack;
All-day breakfasts at the good pubs;
An abundance of nightclubs.
Green groomed parklands: the best I’ve seen -
Their gardens kept neat and clean.
Geraniums in flowerpots,
On facades, make pleasing spots.
Floating pubs on the River Thames,
And its bridges - real gems;
Both ways, here, the water goes -
Still in range of tidal-flows.
Children, at park lakes, feed the ducks,
Or watch squirrels take some nuts.
Into ponds, weeping willows sag.
Sharp attacks on those who lag.
(C) David Franks 2003