Crabby Walking Through the Abbey

We are going on a trip to the British Isles and Channel Island of Guernsey and Normandy. This sure should be quite a cruise. Here is my first poem I am writing about it even though I have not been there yet. Here goes. Crabby Walking Though the Abbey by James Thomas Horn before we go bye. Can't leave London without having fish and chips Which originated from slick, sailing ships; Could ride by restaurant in horse drawn coach See beautiful women while wearing a broach. Many smiling people everywhere we shall see; Some may even be from upper high society Who all have much money they can spare Yet, still can seed noses held high in the air. While we were looking did see a lovely doll, And ended up having a big barroom brawl; After we left and what soon was a little later Americans were accused of being an instigator. From it all we started having terrible cough Maybe it was from riding get on and get off; Over pages of those punished started to skim; No wonder Tower of London looks so grim. But, at last, lovely parade now had begun; Women had fun wearing hair in a big bun; After seeing hats and hearing all of the hype, Wanted to hear band who played a bagpipe. Saw some important people in front of a manor And out in front of it could find a big banner, But you could see me starting to get crabby; Wife said we will walk though entire abbey. James Thomas (Out of Breath) Horn www.poetrysoup.com www.story-telling-around-the-world.com