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London Tour

Contributed by jonteD on Saturday, 10th August 2002 @ 03:11:07 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



And on your right we have the River Thames,
Ambles for miles round many bends.
That big place 'tis Buck Palace but we're not stopping,
The flags not flying cos the Queen's gone shopping.

Over there Houses of Parliament, seat of government,
Filled with idiots who have for years my money spent,
Right at the very top is a chiming bell called Big Ben,
If you get too close on the hour you'll never hear again.

That stern castle, so fierce indeed, is called the Tower,
A reminder to one and all of the Royal's mighty power,
Many of those who came out were well and truly dead,
Necks were placed upon the block, soon minus head.

Eros fires his arrow or so this London statue shows,
Not too confident he is aware of once fired where it goes,
He is supposed to represent the joy of Love so free,
Been a very long time since he fired his arrow at me.

St Paul's Cathedral, a masterpiece by the prolific Wren,
A wedding church and the resting place for famous men,
Brings to the end this very rapid red bus London tour,
And now I beg you all disembark or go around once more.




Copyright © jonteD ... [ 2002-08-10 15:11:07]
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Re: London Tour (User Rating: 1 )
by humphdj on Saturday, 10th August 2002 @ 07:17:03 PM AEST
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I was on this tour.....just like this!
Good write loved it.

Rgds
Dave


Re: London Tour (User Rating: 1 )
by chatabox on Saturday, 10th August 2002 @ 11:28:30 PM AEST
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cor blimey that saved me a fortune on the open topped bus!.

Great great write!!!


Re: London Tour (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Sunday, 11th August 2002 @ 01:35:06 AM AEST
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Being London bred I appreciated this...lovely poem jonteD. It's nice to see you back here
Chrissie x


Re: London Tour (User Rating: 1 )
by Jessica_Saini on Sunday, 11th August 2002 @ 02:05:48 AM AEST
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I felt as if I was really on the tour. Nice write!


Re: London Tour (User Rating: 1 )
by Patricia_Petro on Sunday, 11th August 2002 @ 06:21:06 AM AEST
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I've been to your fair city and enjoyed reliving the experience through your rapid-fire tour. Thanks.
~Patricia




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