Smooth and easy now Like jelly through a straw Breakfast in our craw I’ll tell you what we saw As we oozed ourselves Over the border To the grand land o' Canada And a parking spot At the airport lot To leave our truck alone As a lonely stone For a five-week scoot to Europe
In the Skytrain we squeeze Then it’s your documents please Hand 'em over, man So they scan and rescan Under the light To get it right Till our jet plane rockets Into the night I snooze and awake Out the window a lake Somewhere over Greenland An ominous blue Could it be a clue? The color of melting glaciers? Then just like that We're above the clouds Now below the clouds But wait! We're over the green mosaic Of Ireland And the Isle of Great Britain The place we been gettin’ Where the long flight ends With a thump London!
A train awaits We push on south Through the city gate We make our escape To the old, ornate Yet bright and alive Where the people thrive With Britishness We walk the streets With impatient feet Cuz wherever we are Go wrong-way cars And double-decker busses With selfies and views We march on through To South Kensington All checked in It’s off to the Thames To watch it ooze on by With ripples and riffles And nobody sniffles As ships and ferries And floating homes Resist the temptation To ride along As a snail resists the rain Or like the buried names At Westminster After a longish walk Among walkable blocks To a snakey tube That's underground And easily found Down with a flap We mind the gap! And ooze our way back home
Morning breaks with a subtlety Of distant slamming dumpsters (If they even call them that) And of little trucks With squealy brakes No time it takes And scooters motoring Around sharp corners With Little Jack Horner And breakfast cargoes In warming bins Securely attached To their rear ends Steps away we find A temptress of a bakery It ain't no fakery Disguised as a coffee joint A cappuccino, an Americano Guzzled slow To wash down the croissants We punch our code To release the bikes From whence they're stowed And ride merrily on Through Hyde Park we roll Past the Royal Albert Hall Then bikeless on we go On foot some mo' To Buckingham Palace I forgot my chalice To sip with the Bard But we catch by accident A Changing of the Guard We spoke not a word Yet the queen demurred As we waited in vain For our post-Jubilee welcome A few blocks away In the midst o' the day Westminister Abbey Showed us her bones And the name Wilcock A name I should know Is etched in the floor Immediately below The Coronation Chair With much grace and care Where indeed I did read That the queen did sit Seven decades ago Can you believe it And many before her we know And who is this Anne Wilcock anyway? We entered the room Fortelling the doom? Of a couple of Henrys Settling a score or two?
Then into the sunshine A glance at Big Ben Shining brightly on high At Mr. Churchill close by Then it’s on to a sea Of wildflowers A super bloom At London Tower Then a wisp of a walk To the Tower Bridge And along the cobblestone To Trafalgar And Soho to Piccadilly With fish and chips for supper How could we not? What an affable British Pub!
St. James Park at dusk But return we must To the tube again Pointing us home Like jelly in a straw With joy in our craw And a good night's sleep On Fulham Road Where in eight hours hence We'd up ourselves early For the next inspiring Leg of our journey
Next stop: Milan, Italy