An updated version of Wordsworth’s ‘Upon Westminster Bridge’
This sight I fear is less fair than it was:
Packed pavements, crush and rush and push and shove,
Crowds spilling from the kerb; while up above
On constant watch police helicopters buzz,
Sly, prying, spying sky-eyes looking down
Upon the London Eye bedecked with pods
That swallow queues and lift them to the gods
To catch a bird’s eye view of London town;
Below the tourist cruise boats ply and probe
The choppy waters – skipper at the wheel,
Loudspeakers spluttering out their muffled spiel
On city sights – the Wobbly Bridge, the Globe;
Behind me endless traffic roars and beeps
Beneath a darkening sky as dusk ignites
A riotous blaze of blinding, dazzling lights,
Dear God, why is it London never sleeps!
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