There’s a queue, I thought there may be,
Families, lots of kids,
And here am I alone,
I must seem strange,
Although I suppose I could be meeting someone here.
It’s crowded, not ideal,
But it’s so long since I’ve been here,
It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for ages,
And it is my birthday treat,
It’s hotter than I thought,
Should have worn a hat,
But then there’s hat hair, can’t stand that,
And for some reason I can’t take photos with a hat on,
The shadow puts me off,
And I intend to go snap happy.
It’s far too peopley,
Ironic, as that’s why I’m here alone,
Just can’t deal with anyone at the moment,
They’ve disappointed me too much,
So I look at the wild animals,
And try to capture their essence,
And realise they are far better behaved,
Than the ones on my side of the barriers.
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