I went to London,
I had some things to do there,
and then came back home.
We had a nice lunch,
of egg, bacon, and some toast,
and a mug of tea.
I bought an old book,
and I bought a new one too,
To read and to write.
The trains travelled fast,
and the journeys didn’t last,
and now it’s the past.
I got home at six,
and I drank a mug of tea,
with a few biscuits.
