London

by justbekozlowski

I’m off to London

to have some fundon

with a dear old friend.

We said goodbye,

it was a lie,

Turns out it wasn’t the end,

We’re going to meet

and then we’ll eat

with is new pet dog.

His name is Lenny

Not Penny or Rennie,

or Galamastrozzzmatog.

So off I go,

in the wind I blow,

to the smokiest smoke of them all.

There is a tower,

and one or two showers,

Because water in the sky must fall.

There’s a lot of people,

they often drink tea,

but only when there’s time.

In Londony London,

Big Ben is the onedon

to tell you it’s half past nine.

The clock it moves

as the hours they groove

and before you know it, it’s five.

It’s time for tea,

for you and me

and then we won’t go for a drive

because parking’s expensive

and I’m apprehensive

about congestion charges.

So we’ll catch the bus,

with a lot of fuss,

but at least we can chat on the way.

Oh, Londony London

I’m ready for fundon.

I’ll be seeing you later today.

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