London town

London Town

When at sunrise or else sundown
if you spirit is high or rather tragic,
you can't but overcome by magic
that inspires you soul London Town.

By the Tames river sweetly cuddled
the stern City or the fancy Chelsea
in Summer silk o winter kersey
by such a wonder you are greatly fuddled.

Faint is the sun in the morning mist
lightens a city with its thousand looks
and seems suspended in a faintly aorist.

You live and look whether merry or down
an absurd paint by a crazy artist,
out of the dreams this is London town.

Gaspy