Cranes and trains

and leaky drains,

And dusty paws

and cracked gas mains,

This is the London

Dog and I,

Partake in

under foggy sky.

When in the morning

Ellen too,

The dawning gets up

to pursue,

We chatter,

clatter up the stairs,

And catch

the Thames geese


From night to day,

the gift of time,

The Tate lit up,

no Big Ben chimes,

I breathe the breath

that feeds the day,

And box the

laughing night


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