In London town, where pigeons strut,
The tube is packed, and so's the rut.
I thought I'd take a bus today,
But missed my stop—oh, what a way!
The double-decker's full of cheer,
With tourists snapping photos near.
I tried to squeeze my way inside,
But ended up on the outside ride!
The fish and chips, a glorious sight,
But watch for seagulls—oh, what a fright!
One swooped down, with a fierce "squawk,"
And stole my lunch while I just gawked.
The weather changes every hour,
From sunny skies to sudden showers.
I packed a coat, an umbrella too,
But still got soaked—what else is new?
Yet through the chaos, there's a charm,
With history and chaos, there's no harm.
So here's to London, wild and free,
A jolly place—at least for me!
AN: The same day as when I wrote a Poem abt River Thames and this was based on my experience. BRO ITS SO BUSY IN LONDON but it was still so pretty.
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ŞiirThese poems were written in moments of boredom, heartbreak, loneliness, joy, sorrow, grief, and excitement-each one a reflection of how I felt in those times. I hope they resonate with you. Writing has always been my way of expressing the thoughts a...
