UNDERGROUND FROM WESTMINSTER.

Underground from Westminster

Her I saw

Jet Black hair

About her eyes

Hazel deep and gleaming

The odds were astronomical

A Startling coincidence

I was going to Sloane Square

And she where.

Her eyes stared, seemed assuring

But her mouth seemed thin

Maybe if she smiled

I would have been sure.

Eating apples

The nose it may have just matured

Reading G on the district line

Girl about town.

Then again near Hanover Square

The odds seem astronomical

Will I ever have another chance

To show I care.

Remember the best goodbye I ever spent

The mole is it still there.

Sitting, stand, alight platform Sloane Square

Moving without meaning

Speechless

without reason.

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One comment on “UNDERGROUND FROM WESTMINSTER.

  1. Dean Smith says:

    very good old chap x

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