Ludgate Hill

I could never bike up Ludgate Hill

That I knew, when I saw them all:

commuters, lycra-clad,

me, thinking I would go down bad

and I should stick to the Fleet Street bus

which always was enough.

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But the city closed the city

and I found another town –

and then, in order to get further

I thought to catch the underground.

And from the city to the city

when the fact’try whistle calls

the spokes are always turning

and ya girl is always learning

how to merge lanes and weave through parking

when from the city I’m returning

on my bike, up Ludgate Hill.

This short poem was written as part of the ‘Alphabet Superset‘ programme: it is quick work and is unedited.