A Morning In SW8 

London, city of stress 

A rush, a dash, a crowded restaurant 

SW8, please, give it a rest. 

A shove, a pull, hear the football fans chant. 

London, city of fun

A dance, a drink, a bodycon dress 

Clapham, watch the joggers run 

Pay half a million to live at your address. 

London, city of delays

Derail, strikes and signal failures 

£200 a month thrown away

Daily, I envy world travellers. 

London, city of anxiety 

Are they laughing at me?

Brain, as busy as the open sea

Breathe in, breathe out, drink a cuppa tea

Stiff upper lip, don’t let the smile drop

Anxiety, I wish you’d just stop. 

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