Ode to London

London, oh London,
such a fashionable mish-mash
or as some people criticise
a place of culture clash.
Oh London, dirty London
you’re a people watching frenzy
I often find I tumble off
your merry-go-round of trendy.
The competition, the constant,
the rapidity, the buzz:
I think I love this London,
there’s a magic that it does.
I can’t get bored of London:
the crowds, the grime, the show.
Although I feel so hectic,
I can’t think where else I’d go.
There’s so much fibre for my pen
so much protein for my mind,
if I look hard enough in London
there’s always sustenance to find.
London, oh London
though you got me into debt,
thankyou, oh London
I’m so glad that we met.