October 2010
The Cockney Amorist by John Betjeman
Oh when my love, my darling, You’ve left me here alone, I’ll walk the streets of London Which once seemed all our own. The vast suburban churches Together we have found: The ones which smelt of gaslight The ones in incense drown’d; I’ll use them now for praying in And not for looking round. No more the Hackney Empire Shall find us in its stalls When on the limelit crooner The thankful curtain...
September 2010
