Feeling quite tired,
Sleep and bed are calling me,
Another day done.

Maybe play guitar,
And look for that magic chord,
It is A minor!
As complex as simple is.
Feeling quite tired,
Sleep and bed are calling me,
Another day done.

Maybe play guitar,
And look for that magic chord,
It is A minor!
Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.

Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.
I had always thought,
That Scott Joplin worked alone.
And he did mostly.

Syncopated tunes,
One took seventy two years,
To be recognised.
The Entertainer,
Found in a film by this name,
I know yiu know it!
Capturing Buildings,
In a good light, looking right,
It’s so calm and blue.

Ev’rything changes,
Lasts for a while, then changes,
I think it’s the light.
The rain falls silent,
Kissing the ground, joining dots,
Then it sneaks away.

Huawei leaker hunt,
The Cabinet’s in Grays sights,
She’s hauling them in.
Poor Bin turns it down,
Din dins with the Queen and Bump,
For racist reasons!!
Collapse imminent?
Maybe, for Tory Party,
Those stuffed up ponces!
Architecture art,
There’re many ways to see these,
More like works of art.

Here is my version,
It’s a front window panel,
Art Deco styling.
Spurs had their chances,
West Ham win in Spurs new ground,
A game of two halves.
I walk in London,
I enjoy the sites and details,
Found along the way.

Throgmorton a street,
An Avenue, it is one.
Here is a detail.
It’s Friday, yippee!!
The clouds are rolling in now.
Grey and filled with rain.
Forty two stories,
The Paddington Banana,
Gets a green-ish light!

What more can I say,
Music’s the language of love!Let me play along.