Cheapside Poems - Poems about Cheapside

...I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell april showers, I duke of kent my pope ......Read the rest...

...I pass you several times a week down at the Cheapside junction your name defines the job you do but you perform no function. No drainage from the upper roofs no demons are you scaring, the pass......Read the rest...