The City Poem by john mcleish

Lawyers, Liars
On the Banks o the Thames
Call me Esquire
Creme' de la Creme'

Hoo many 'Croons'
Rule England fare
Fur in London toon
A' Compass and Square

Roond Table Knight
O Thirty Third Degree
A Scottish Rite
Shrooded in mystery

Solomons Temple
If ye believe
'Apiru' Tabernacle
Den o thieves

Oor Current Sea
Do Incorporate
Te the Admiralty
Freedoms forsake

A New Babylon
In an ald 'City'
Akhenaton's Sun
Forged in history