Peckham’s creative visionaries
Spread their dreams like missionaries.
They can see how streets might be
Fit for living comfortably,
And how Rye Lane might once more rise
To dazzle Southwark’s peerless skies
Architects like O’Looney, Ben,
Look back to the old days, when
Carriages served Georgian beaux
And pretty houses stood in rows.
(Charles Henry Driver’s railway station
deserves especial contemplation).
While on Rye Common angels appear
To loitering mystics walking near
And eco warriors seek salvation
in low emissions and loft insulation.
But there is also some of us
Who don’t want to make too much fuss,
For in the vision that we see
Peckham’s the mess it ought to be
It’s dirty, edgy, lively, arty,
A place to shop, a place to party,
A whole world in one square mile, or more
From Frank’s to Khan’s brilliant bargain store
There’s only one thing for which I’d make a plea:
Somewhere in Rye Lane to have a pee.