Sloane Square, The World.
The centre of the Universe is where?
Of course! Sloane Square!
And I was born near there!
Went there in my pram with Nanny,
To Peter Jones.
Which is more
Than just a store.
It’s a way of life,
For a certain slice,
Of humanity,
Who need unlimited opportunity to shop,
And a restaurant on top,
That’s always been there,
In Sloane Square,
With a comfort-food menu,
And an excellent view,
Of Sloane Square.
It’s the gateway to Belgravia one way,
And Pimlico Road and God knows where the other.
Yes- the Universe fans out from Sloane Square.
Maybe I’ll see you there!
I would love to meet in Sloan Square! Your poems are always so filled with light!
Very accurate! I expect the pram was like the elegant battleship your parents gave Fi and me when Beatrix was born.