Lovesong

 Oh let us go to Greenwich you and I

And see the origin of time

The place where seconds

were first discovered

Bubbling up like hic-ups

in grey mud covered

Up on that there hill 

overlooking Olde Father Thames

And later hours were found

Once they had a powerful 

Embroided large handkerchief

To wipe the sweat from the brows 

of nearby weary tradesmen

whose job was to surface the roads;

To help the passage of time 

flow more seamlessly.

Oh let’s go to Greenwich you and me

Where the river tide flows out

Towards the sea

And the baby in its buggy

Grows whiskers on her cheeks

Whilst the museum assistant

Makes sure no one speaks

As he takes stock in the corner

Who left him in charge

Of the gold leaf flotilla

And the funeral barge?