Bromley

Random poem inspired by London, England

Grey skies, some fish and chips
I woke up this morning, read a comic strip
Made a cup of tea, watched a couple Eastenders
Who died last season I can barely remember

Felt a bit lazy, so I went for a jog
The sun never shines over Bromley in Fall
But maybe in Autumn, am I going mad?
The Queen just passed, so should I be sad?

My girlfriend is pregnant, she's shopping on Oxford
The baby's not mine, I'm shopping for doctors
Meeting her for lunch, so I'm headed downtown
There's no place on Earth like the Underground