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.
