January 12th

In the busying bustling of the morning commute
Stands a business man in his business suit
He's not bothered with a shoe or a boot
He can get there quicker in trainers.
He chooses pumps for travelling quickness.

The juxtapose is a joy to witness
He's the Mo Farrar in the land of business
They are his deal time gainers
He's the tie and sneakers top look rocker
He's the leather upper, man-made soul knocker.
His loafers lie low in London locked locker
He glows with yellow laces.
He makes other commuters look like gerbils
He'll get there quicker without feet girdles
all in his way he treats as hurdles
kicking dust in all their faces