23 July 2012
Back in London town,
Taken off my Hamptons crown,
Back to the place where the rain pours down
But what is this? Better dispose of this frown.
It's sunny in this city
Making it all look rather pretty
It doesn't normally when the weather's shitty.
Men with shirts off - look at that fitty!
Watching my boy play tennis with businessmen
I'm sitting here feeling zen
One called Gurps, one called Ben,
One called Johnny, and then my frien(d)
'Fifteen Forty!' Johnny shouts,
Amidst my mocking pouts
My love for tennis doesn't sprout
Even though Guy will win no doubt.
Fluorescent green balls,
He falls,
'Golly gosh she's tall!'
Kind of wish I was at the mall!
Remember the last time I was at this park,
Listening to my two dogs bark,
Nate and I, staying out until dark.
Frolicking like the lark.
I look up at Guy's friendly face and smile,
Realising I've been distant this whole while,
He looks like he's run 10 mile.
Bored, so I ask if he's seen my nail file.
Monday night's a strange one
The weekend's already been and gone,
But the sun has barely ceased to shone.
Hoping Guy will say 'Shall we move on?'
Then we can go out on the town,
To turn my solemn frown
Upside down,
'We saw your place; so welcome to my town'
Landan (Said In My Best Cockney Accent) • Opuss № I