The street life tarnished the rest of society.
Gliding it all away into obscurity,
So it lost all its luster.
It reduces the senses,
Like mother's strongest gin,
Sending her bounding,
Insane and naked,
Straight down to the Thames
For a swim with her lost children.
The incessant droning din
Of performers in Covent Garden
Pollutes my ears and degrades my mind.
Their inane warble to fool the mob
Brings disrepute to our proud kingdom
And, quite frankly, our species!