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The Londoner’s Prayer

Old Father Thames, thou art clearly the boss
Please prove to me you actually give a t**s
Thy will drags me half way across the Earth
I stumble off the train, you smirk with mirth.

As required, I will earn this day my daily bread
But by the time I get home I will feel half dead
Please, I beg, forgive me for moaning like f**k
I will forgive no one, because I don’t give a stuff.

And lead me not into temptation on the way home
No more wine, pubs or lap dances please I moan
Deliver me from evil, or at least getting ripped off
And please allow me to ridicule the drunken toff.

Thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory
Mine is a crumbling hovel, that’s my simple story
It will be thus, for ever and for ever, you say when,
As I pass of alcohol induced coronary, I’ll say Amen.



Makes me think that ...

Getting to and from work can be tiring and time consuming however you do it. If you use public transport, the walk to the train station, bus stop, taxi or just to home can add other dimensions to exertions of the day.


Lorraine Ansell

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