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(with due apoilogies to Shelley's Ozymandias)
I met a reveller at the Hotdog stand
Who said: a vast, unwieldy pile of stone
Stands in the City. Near it, on the Strand,
Engulfed by traffic trundling down-town,
St Clement Dane, by the same master's hand,
Makes just as clear there's something to be said
For a good fire at times because it brings
Renewal where before the rodents bred.
And if you listen well, you still may hear:
I am Christopher Wren. I build my things
To stand the British climate's wear and tear
And weather any change. Past the display
Of each immortal church, fouling the air,
The rush-hour traffic ambles on its way.
- COMMENTS
ishtatover 11 years agoGlad you gave St. Clement Danes( the s is compulsory) precedence over that over-rated pile of rubble, St. Pauls. The first line is appalling! but whether good, or bad, or both I don't know.
An enjoyable read about a fascinating subject. There is a good Wiki article on St Clement Danes which tells the history from Harold Harefoot to Bomber Harris.Incidentally the better known poem "oranges and lemons say the bells of St Clements" refers to St Clement Eastcheap which is also in the City.
twelveooneover 11 years agoshelley,shelley,
bo belly
banana fanna fo felley
Percy
invites a direct comparison
5ed
me bad
