IT'S-TYBURN'S-DAMN-DEAD-TREE
The hangman, Jack Ketch,
before him they fetched
the villains, their guards.
And hang them he would
as hang them he should,
in times that were hard.
When the times softened
Tyburn's triple tree condemned
the folk. Gone the gallows, see?
But it has grown through history.
THE-TOPHATTED-CHARLES-DICKENS'-TALES-
SURE-GOT-LARGE-CROWDS
Oh what the damn dickens!?
Charlie's amongst the chickens,
and acts the cock-adoodle-doo.
"Pestered by the chicks, the hens,
get back, dandy, to your ink-pen.
Your tales are tophat, write more of them !"
SWALLOWED-BY-A-SNAKING-LAKE-
WAS-A-WOMAN-YES
We hear of sea-monsters
and of a monstrous sea.
Find The Serpentine was made
for a yatching royalty.
It was in The Serpentine
drowned the wife of Shelley.
Ah yes the poet Shelley,
the name sounds of the sea.
We hear of sea-monsters;
Serpentine swallowed wife of he.
FROM-BIG-CITY-TO-A-TINY-TOWN-IS-GOING-
A-FOREIGN-FEELING-GIRL
In London, it's Liverpool Street Station
for the girl's up North destination.
At the platform her train's just stood.
Sergeant Pepper music plays in her head.
She hears his Lonely Heart's Club Band.
Another town seems like another land.
Love has gone away, city romance ends.
She heads for home and helpful friends.
Alone in the crowds, even with London lights,
it is back to a small town's starry nights.
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