Do they not speak English in London Town

I would love to have cocoa and a cookie I said
In London town with my waiter, name badge Ned
Biscuit and warm mud, he told the cook
I was irritated now I said to my friend Brook

Don’t they speak English in London Town?
Never mind I told him, and I got down
Headed out the door to the next café
found out they don’t speak English either, right away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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