A City Rap

As I’m walking down the street I click my fingers to the beat. The cars hoot, the tyres skid; I hit the top of a metal lid. Babies cry, a phone rings; I tap my feet to sounds of things. Children shout, a noisy crowd; I sing the rhythm very loud. Litter crackles, puddles plop; I knock the wall – I cannot stop. The policeman whistles, a truck roars; I can hear a man who snores. As I am walking down the street I click my fingers to the beat.