Today, I thought rather than the normal routine, I should do a rap poem.
Here we go:
Eyes of a Hawk
They call me Kawks
Capture the image, capture the time
7ft lady, your legs are mighty fine
Ride the Met Line
When its working
18:42 on the dot
Hey kid, no need to wipe your snot (on the seat)
Hey lady, why you gone pink
Hey man, why you stink
Use some spray, make our day
Save me walking away
Hey curly hair lady, why you speaking french
Jaime jealous, jaime jealous
Seat free, everyone eyes it up
Slide and shuffle, slap and shout
Do what you need, its a jungle out there (and the smells to go with it)
Sikh man looking at cricket scores
Tapping your foot like you made a four
Music too loud, he don't care
He's not proud, but I'm not a fan of harmonica music
Kindle lady, woah slow down
Not read the last page
Who did the murder?
Was it the clown?
Met line you are like the United Nations
All colours and shapes
If that shape is a brown grape
Tru dat and a bit deep
Wishing you all a great sleep
Word... (Microsoft Office 2012 all rights reserved)
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