The pint is so imperial
Pub lunches so ethereal
A chat and wisdom passes
Through your glasses
Go and see the Sir John Soane
Gentle time to be alone
And when you're done, there is an evening at The Tate
I may not be there though as I am plating fate
We can humanise this group
Do not take them as a troop
Red bussing by the London Eye
Has got these people hypnotised
Let's focus in on something other
Biscuit tins of old Queen Mother
Giant maps of people standing on the corner
Blue plaque trekking to where so-in-so was born
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