People cramped on the underground in the sweltering heat,
Bad manners on display everyone treading on one another's feet.
Traffic piles up on congested roads,
Network rail trains saunter slowly transporting people and heavy loads.
Everywhere angry tempers flare,
Tube lines and stations closed because of a bomb scare.
Commuters pounding the streets in the rush hour,
Territorial in their presence and dominant in their power.
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2017 17:02
- Comment from author about the poem: I work in Central London and I have to endure the daily bedlam of travelling in the London rush hour to get to work. God help me!
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Comments2
I imagine you to have been everywhere in London. London life, well what can I say, especially someone who lives there. a fascinating city, and a great write about it too.
Hi Kevin,
Many thanks for your comments. With living in London you have a love/hate relationship at times with the city but it is a fascinating city nonetheless.
Glad you liked the poem.
Merry Xmas and all the best for 2018!
Keep writing
FineB
I do so recognise this - so pleased I am not part of it any more but will be there over Christmas (thankfully not using the underground) - great work FineB
Thank you Michael and glad you enjoyed the poem.
At this moment in time the journey into work and retuurning from work is not too bad as most people are on leave. More space to travel on the underground. Such bliss!
Merry Xmas to you and a prosperous 2018!
Keep writing
FineB
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