I was welcomed by the London Eye.Big Ben stands beyond the fog.We never noticed the grass was wet.
Namco Arcade warps us to BlackpoolAnd Las Vegas with flashing lights,Colourful mascots and underground bowling.
Those who tried to dodge the crowds Of the women's march did so in vain:Failed miserably as the protests wereIn every alley and street of London.
"Free Melania Trump," said the black sign. "My body: My choice," roared London Bridge. "Dump Trump," cried Charing Cross. "No more bigotry," the lampposts beg.
China town is painted red and gold. London is beautiful tonight.
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Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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