Waterside stewpot <br />Filled brim-full <br />With tarnished star-spangle, <br />And honest craft. <br /> <br />Haven of poseur, and tourist, <br />Week-end freak, <br />And hungry vendor. <br /> <br />Friend to me <br />When I feel the need <br />To sugar-soap <br />My jaded paintwork. <br /> <br />A place to watch <br />Water buses <br />Ply their trade, <br />Watch the diners <br />On the restaurant <br />Float, and eat, <br />Pick up silver rings, <br />And influenza among <br />The crowds, <br />Munch a macrobiotic snack, <br />And feel more noble, <br />Think of one who <br />Taught me how to fly.<br /><br />Robert Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/camden-lock-market/
