I saw a wizard by the ancient River Effra
(a former stream or small river in south London
now culverted for most of its course)
while on a mission of my own
which involved... never you mind
Bearded, lanky and ancient (at least 50)
he sported a red cape, a golden crown
of cardboard and he possessed a staff
with which he commanded a plastic bottle
to levitate, assisted by much profanity
and a wild waving of every available limb
His Sunday conjuring attracted some
spectators crossing the Vauxhall Bridge
whose applause appeared to
disgust him, he needed the
approval of no one, NO ONE!
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