Acton Town, red sky in the morning,
Hammersmith, the bored schoolgirl is yawning.
Earls Court, the businessman shocks with the racist abuse he shouts,
Gloucester Road, the station is flooded with anti –social louts.
South Kensington, the V&A is open for its monthly event after dark,
Hyde Park Corner, the crowds gather to see Mick and the Stones in the park.
Piccadilly Circus, tourists are around for a London experience they’ll remember,
Leicester Square, fans flock to the Odeon for the latest premiere this December.
Covent Garden, socialites are dressed up for the royal gala at the Opera House,
Russell Square, the young child is freaked out by the sight of a mouse.
Holloway Road, Spurs vs. Arsenal, the station prepares for this North London showdown,
Finsbury Park, the beautiful blonde captivates the men dressed in her blue gown.
Wood Green, the pensioner reflects on the good old days in the past,
Arnos Grove, her husband listens on his CD player to the legendary James Last.
Southgate, nervously the man awaits on the platform for his date.
Cockfosters, the office worker has arrived home; it’s cold and rather late.
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The London Underground network system - One of the big main landmarks of London, England. The Piccadilly Line (in both directions) runs between Cockfosters in surburban North London and Acton Town in the West. From here it divides into two branches one to Heathrow Airport and the other to Uxbridge in North West London. The Piccadilly line serves many of London's main tourist attractions such as the British Museum (Russell Square), museums (South Kensington), Harrods (Knightsbridge), Buckingham Palace, (Hyde Park) within walking distance of Green Park station, Leicester Square (with its own station) and Covent Garden (with its own station).
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Arnos Grove was my local station - lovely circular building and I was always at Spurs home matches. Got off at South Ken for Sloane Square where I worked. Ah memories - thanks for posting this - the good old Piccadilly Line.
Thanks Michael,
Delighted that you liked the poem.
The Piccadilly Line conjures up memories for me too. I used to travel on that line a lot when I was a child.
Two more instalments left to go on the Piccadilly line.
Keep on writing
FineB
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