City by Tim Rudall

City

Mad scenes! And really, who needs grass
When such other sights amuse my eyes?
Buildings and vegetables lining the skies
Ten thousand degrees, or creeds and castes

Such smells too! The Covent Gardenias sweet
Rosey dawns and other nasal treats
From here to there I'm certain to meet.
A few steps more? The stench of old feet.