And did those feet in ancient times
walk Upton Park and Stepney Green
and was the holy Lambeth North
in Elephant And Castle seen?
Oh well, suit yourselves....
>
> And did those feet in ancient times
> walk Upton Park and Stepney Green
> and was the holy Lambeth North
> in Elephant And Castle seen?
And did the Hounslow West divine
shine forth up or Northwood Hills
and was South Kensington builded here
among Moor Park satanic mills?
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Bring me my Charing Cross of fire!
Bring me my card of Network Gold,
Bring me my Oyster of desire;
Bring me my tube, O doors unfold!
Bring me a Thameslink to admire ...
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Tell me when my railcard's valid
Lest i have to pay a fine
Cancellation, cancellation
Crush load me till I want no more
Crush load me till I want no more.
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>On Wed, 11 Aug 2010, solar penguin wrote:
>
>> (This is just a bit of fun. Feel free to join in.)
>>
>> And did those feet in ancient times
>> walk Upton Park and Stepney Green
>> and was the holy Lambeth North
>> in Elephant And Castle seen?
>
>Guide me, O great Journey Planner
>Commuter on this District Line
>Tell me when my railcard's valid
>Lest i have to pay a fine
>Cancellation, cancellation
>Crush load me till I want no more
>Crush load me till I want no more.
This is the Eurostar crossing the border,
Bringing Czechs and Poles, a new world order,
Plumbers for the rich, plumbers for the poor,
A Polish plumber boyfriend for the girl next door?
Exiting the Chunnel, a steady hum,
Tells us that the traction motors' work is done.
Through sparse Kent she rampages,
Her driver's eyes upon the gauges.
Sweeping along past fertile farms,
Fed by the wires on lattice arms.
Striding forward along the rails,
Welcomed to St Pancras by champagnes and ales.
Very good! The best so far, I think.
Thank you! With more than a little help from W. H. Auden. ;-)
And I dare say the estate of Sir B Britten and the residuary body of
Consignia PLc?
Or to paraphrase somebody who was a legend in MC-playing circles...
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
If up for a roister, well have you your Oyster?
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
My pretty young tennis girl amazon queen?
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
we can bus and marvel a gothic-like cloister,
or tube to admire what was Turnham Green.