I held my eyes
And put it back in its sockets.
As they were simply jumping bewildered!
When I first saw London.
Oh! those red buses on top of the other
And one behind the other.
How could have I imagined this?
For I came from a small town in Nepal.
The doors opening itself
With Uoooos Uoooos sound.
Telephones on every street
Wow! I thought I heard my heart beat.
I never had seen an underground
The steps moving on its own
Have to put a piece of paper card thru machines
Only then they will let me come out or get in.
Even the walls talks saying Hello! Goodbye!
How fantastic! all this was new before my eyes.
The big vending machines with tits-bits
Spent 2 pounds just out of sheer excitement.
I found myself in a gigantic store
Wandering around the beautiful buy-me windows.
I scratched my head,
When I found chickens all tied behind their bums,
For it never did occured to me
How things could be so ready made and easy.
I held my eyes
And put it back in its sockets
As they were simply jumping bewildered!
When I first saw London.
lol I've never seen London in this way although I travel between London and Los Angeles. Next time I go there I'll be seeing it with different eyes. Thanks for the perspective.
Chanti
Both a terrific celebration of a great city and a reminder that human beings do know how to do something besides fight wars--beauty and wonders still abound in this world.
Aberjhani
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Rosh, London must be a totaly GLORIOUS place!!!Thank you for this good write--
Love , Dove
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Yes London could be awesome at first, but I've been there more than twenty times and it was almost a second home to me. Victor
Reviewed by Shinya Yawakazi (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Holy crap!This is an awesome poem I want to go to London as well I have a friend who moved there and is living there now I should ask him how is it..is it true they eat everything with mayonaise?
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