London Busman's Prayer

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Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:30 pm
Blink says... · Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:30 pm
Is this in the right place?

Anyway, I found a few poems here and there, some quite funny. I might post some more but this is my favourite:

Our father who art in Hendon
Harrow Road be thy name
Thy Kingston come
Thy Wimbledon
On Erith as it is in Hendon
Give us this day our daily Brent
And forgive us our Westminsters
As we forgive those who Westminster against us
Lead us not into Tottenham
But deliver us from Ewell
For thine is the Kingston
The Purley and the Gatwick
For Iver and Iver
Crouch End
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