Remembered for sundry favors done
No memorable wars won
Just a cup of indifferent tea
Flea-ridden biscuits
A wasp we call the honeybee
Servant quarters beside the playground
An amphitheatre that pretends to be round
In laboratories Joules twitch
Dead legs of deader frogs
The deadest climb the Hogg Market clock tower
Only to jump back
Into a black and yellow cab
Inbred aristocrats with aquiline noses
Fondle their poor aristocracy
Shadows move across St. Paul’s
Queues form at theatre square