London aka The City

After being given advice from a newly established friendship I have decided to begin, and keep, a blog. I hope I do not fall into the mundane, but if I do, I will try my best to spruce it up as much as I can. 

This first blog started out as a friggin essay. While I was doing my essays for college I would look at the word count and begin to shake. Yesterday, in less than 30 mins I had babbled out over 1200 words of bollocks. Solution; put all the relevant info into a poem. Short, clean and hopefully worthy.

London to Manchester, North to South

Corrie versus Eastenders, all gobshite and mouth

With an eeeorrrr one orders, a pastry at Greggs

Down there they sit quaintly, a patisserie, crossed legs

London, The City, a heartbeat, I doubt

Arrive their so lean, and slender then stout

Feathers start to ruffle, and shuffle and spread

Soaring through skyscrapers, money in ahead

Coach pulls in slowly, a rush, a stampede

Sharp nudge, smelly armpits, a hug or a squeeze?

Door trembles and shakes, deep fear for its life

The people they glare with anger and strife

Friday is nigh-day for weekend and calm

Residents decelerate in a silent sung psalm

Clouds become sparse, bright sun in high sky

Filled Broadway Market, sweet yummy almond pie

Eyes suddenly grounded, no shock or demur

Big shops on New Bond Street, pass and obscure

First weekend in London, my heartbeat no doubt

I crave to return, with more than a pout