On the London Bridge
Through fog, on the London Bridge, I saw an image so forlorn -
upon a pike, a traitor's head. The span it would adorn.
While I understand the appeal of a well-weathered head,
wouldn't Christmas lights have been a better choice instead?
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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