Poem with specific guidelines [will add when I find them]

Wrote this poem on one very hot day in the summer of june on my way from Ealing Broadway London.

A poem on the possible hows and whys some of us are different to others.

A parody/short story of what happened after the book.

The Sugar and Spice of the Bensons.

A Tongue in cheek look at a day shift on a London Bus route.

Tea Time.

This is the story of a maidservant who had deposited her hard earned with a wealthy lady as she could not trust her wayward and good-for-nothing husband lurking around to filch whatever she had saved. She kept this money for her son to be admitted in a quality school. But once in need of that money, the wealthy lady ditches her. The veneer of wealth wears off and she is left with no choice but to take the TV set in lieu thereof. This instead of adding to her comfort adds to her misery.

If you are not able to devote time and efforts towards cleaning your home or property, there is no cause for worry. If you are a highly stressed professional who has to juggle between home and office, then you have another alternative in the form of cleaner London companies.

A poem of london, I have never been.