Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS
We walked through Kensington Gardens,
Then veered left for Albert Hall.
Promenaders were in their tens,
While others had found their stall,
As we took our pre-booked seats,
In a row of restricted view –
Three-quarters of the orchestra.
But the music sure bettered par:
The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
The daring drama of Ravel.
And we liked it – me and a belle.
(C) David Franks 2003 – https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com
