Stop staring

In London town,I saw the moon,

It looked oh,quite impressive.

I lay myself down on a coat,

So I could write this missive.

After lying staring up,

I began to feel real dizzy

I thought I saw the Pope go by.

Do you think I’m going crazy?

He was in a large white car

All wrapped up in tartan.

I know you won’t believe me but

I felt almost certain.

I went to a free soup kitchen,

As I’m a homeless person.

I saw ten angels looking down,

So I called out “Stop staring“

I went inside a shop doorway

To get an hour of sleep.

I I dreamed I dwelt in the U.K

It nearly made me weep.

If I really was in my England

I ‘d have the N.H.S.

I’d have a council house of my own

And good news to confess


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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