Carnaby Street

Intended to be a historical poem somehow got lost in translation!

Carnaby Street

walking down Carnaby Street

with my Bowler hat low

ducking the hippies and mods

looking for fashion

the likes of John Stephen

never before seen the show

trying to find the Karnaby House

and food for ration

Florence Mills Social Club

with the jazz flow

taken away again

by the younger Small Faces

the city split like

Plato's Republic you know

the Earl of Beaconsfield

citing all those cases

the gears of Disraeli

not to be confused with Clapton's Cream

spinning his work of Sybil

continual fighting with the Lords on their feet

in the house of commons

and all of that unnecessary drivel

the classes clashing once again

reclaimed by the people ah yes down on Carnaby Street

Gomer LePoet....

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some walks in life are better then others. I like the description. Took me to a interesting place. Thank you for the entertaining poem. Many places I would like to go back and see what is happening now. A excellent poem.
Coyote