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.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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