Went by train to London with Josephine
The weather forecast was for heavy rain
Yet the sky was blue as we walked within
Its streets and parks. But it started to change
When we crossed the river. The dark clouds came
And torrents fell. We sheltered and ate fish
And chips but it continued, couldn't drain
Anywhere, deep puddles, wet feet, hair wash
Free from the heavens. Brollies now brandished
We crossed to St Paul's, then to she gleaming
Lights of Oxford and Bond Street, on tube train
Also to wet Piccadilly Circus
An army of umbrellas bypassing
As the deluge showed no sign of refrain
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