I Know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere upon Blackfriars Bridge

The Routemaster I love to hate

The cones – TFL’s privilege.

My bike rack’s at Godliman Street,

I cycle down to Waterloo;-

And when I’m carried from my seat

St Thomas’ will have to do.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Through taxis, cars and HGVs

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove me to pay those two pound fees.

I balanced all – my oyster card,

Those taxi fares – me short of breath;-

The gym routine seemed much too hard

In balance with those bills, this death.

With apologies to Irish Airmen and WB Yeats.