(As a brief interlude, folks, from that Bayswater Bed-sit...)
Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS (1997)

We walked through Kensington Gardens,
Then made a left for Albert Hall.
Promenaders were in their tens,
While others had found their stall,
As we took our pre-booked seats.
The seats were of restricted view -
Three-quarters of the orchestra.
But the music sure bettered par:
The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
The daring drama of Ravel.
And we liked it - me and a belle.

THE END